Anything is art if an artist says it is.
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 the artist doesn't know what he does. I attach even more importance to the spectator than to the artist.
While all artists are not chess players, all chess players are artists.
Living is more a question of what one spends than what one makes.
My idea was to chose an object that wouldn't attract me, either by its beauty or by its ugliness. To find a point of indifference in my looking at it, you see