Art is a leap into the dark.

I'd like to live like a poor man with a lot of money.

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.

If you give a meaning to certain things in my paintings it may be very true, but it is not my idea to give this meaning. What ideas and conclusions you have got I obtained too, but instinctively, unconsciously. I make the painting for the painting. I paint the objects for what they are.

Good designers copy; great designers steal.

Through art we express our conception of what nature is not.

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