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

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

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

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

I have a feeling only for shadows

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

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