My figures come and go, suggested by fortune or misfortune. I try to fix them divested of their apparent accidental quality.
One of my problems is to find the self.
What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.
I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.
Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.
Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement... for transfiguration, not for the sake of play.