My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is empty, but they say I have talent.
The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.
For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.
All our interior world is reality, and that, perhaps, more so than our apparent world.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
If I create with my heart almost all my intentions remain. If it is with the head - almost nothing. An artist must not fear to be himself, to express only himself. If he is absolutely and entirely sincere, what he says and does will be acceptable to others.