If one knows exactly what is going to be done, why do it?

There is only one way to see things, until someone shows us how to look at them with different eyes

I work with few colors, what creates the illusion of quantity is that they fell in the right place.

When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.

What is conserved in the ground? Stone, bronze, ivory, bone, sometimes pottery. Never wood objects, no fabric or skins. That completely skews our notions about primitive man.

The academic teaching on beauty is false. We have been misled, but so completely misled that we can no longer find so much as a shadow of a truth again. The beauties of the Parthenon, the Venuses, the Nymphs, the Narcisusses, are so may lies. Art is not the application of a canon of beauty, but what the instinct and the brain can conceive independently of that canon.

For me painting is a dramatic action in the course of which reality finds itself split apart