True art lies in a reality that is felt.
I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.
One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.
What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.
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.