When I saw I was under attack from all sides, I knew I was on the right track.
I paint when I cannot photograph.
There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love.
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.
Just as I work with paints, brushes, and canvas, I work with the light, pieces of glass and chemistry.
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.