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.

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

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.

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.