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

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.

The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.

True art lies in a reality that is felt.

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

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