I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.

I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.

Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement... for transfiguration, not for the sake of play.

One of my problems is to find the self.

In principle, any abstraction of the object is allowed which has a sufficiently strong creative power behind it.

My figures come and go, suggested by fortune or misfortune. I try to fix them divested of their apparent accidental quality.

What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.