There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love.

The complicated engines manufactured by men demand, if one really wants to use them, much calm. Ever since our love for machines replaced the love we used to have for our fellow man, catastrophes proceed to increase.

l photograph what l do not wish to paint and l paint that which l cannot photograph.

Speaking of nudes, I have always had a great fondness for this subject, both in my paintings and in my photos, and I must admit, not for purely artistic reasons.

It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.

My works were designed to amuse, annoy, bewilder, mystify and inspire reflection.

I do not photograph nature. I photograph my visions.