This concern which interests us more than anything else: the blurring of the distinction between art and life.

Art is not about itself but the attention we bring to it.

To all appearances, the artist acts like a mediumistic being who, from the labyrinth beyond time and space, seeks his way out to a clearing.

Chess is a sport. A violent sport.

In my day artists wanted to be outcasts, pariahs. Now they are all integrated into society

The life of an artist is like the life of a monk, a lewd monk if you like, very Rabelaisian. It is an ordination.

I believe that a picture, a work of art, lives and dies just as we do.