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

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

I have a feeling only for shadows

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

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

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.