I am always making that what I am not capable, in an attempt to learn how to doing it.

That inspiration comes, does not depend on me. The only thing I can do is make sure it catches me working.

I simply painted images of what was before my eyes; it is for others to find hidden meaning in them.

One starts to get young at the age of sixty and then it is too late.

I understand how you could see something in the root of a tree, a crack in the wall, in an eroded stone or pebble. But marble? It comes off in blocks and doesn't evoke any image. It does not inspire.

My whole life has been nothing more than a continuous struggle against Reaction and the death of art.

It took me a lifetime.