The things we truly love, the things forming the basis and roots of our being, are generally things we never look at. A huge piece of carpeting, empty and naked plains, silent and uninterrupted stretches with nothing to alter the homogeneity of their continuity. I love wide, homogenous worlds, unstaked, unlimited like the sea, like high snows, deserts, and steppes.

There is no art without intoxication. But I mean a mad intoxication! Let reason teeter! Delirium!

Personally, I believe very much in values of savagery; I mean: instinct, passion, mood, violence, madness.

Art must make you laugh a little and make you a little afraid. Anything as long as it doesn't bore.

The things we truly love, the things forming the basis and roots of our being, are generally things we never look at. A huge piece of carpeting, empty and naked plains, silent and uninterrupted stretches with nothing to alter the homogeneity of their continuity. I love wide, homogenous worlds, unstaked, unlimited like the sea, like high snows, deserts, and steppes.

What I expect from any work of art is that it surprises me, that it violates my customary valuations of things and offers me other, unexpected ones.

When I want to draw a camel I no longer limit myself, as I once did, to looking only at camels.