A thimbleful of red is redder than a bucketful.
What interests me most is neither still life nor landscape, but the human figure.
Whoever wishes to devote himself to painting should begin by cutting out his own tongue
I want to reach that condensation of sensations that constitutes a picture.
From the moment I held the box of colors in my hands, I knew this was my life. I threw myself into it like a beast that plunges towards the thing it loves.
The living model, the naked body of a woman, is the privileged seat of feeling, but also of questioning... The model must mark you, awaken in you an emotion which you seek in turn to express.