The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.

I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

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

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

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

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

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