I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.

I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.

My originality consists in putting the logic of the visible to the service of the invisible.

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.

I have a feeling only for shadows

It is precisely from the regret left by the imperfect work that the next one can be born.