It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.

What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.

Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.

Have you noticed that bones are always modeled and not carved, that you always have the impression they come from a mold, that they were first modeled in clay? Any bone you look at, you always find fingerprints on it.

We are all born children- the trick is remaining one.

The connoisseur of painting gives only bad advice to the painter. For that reason I have given up trying to judge myself.

The only thing emanating from my pictures should be emotion.