I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left me sad and with an unsatiated thirst. The next day I let the other source run, that of imagination, through the recollection of the forms and I was then reassured and appeased.

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 have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left me sad and with an unsatiated thirst. The next day I let the other source run, that of imagination, through the recollection of the forms and I was then reassured and appeased.

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

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

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.