I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.

...the right to free expression is something one seizes, not something one is given.... if it does exist, it exists to be used against the established order.... There is absolute opposition between the artist and the state.

The chief enemy of creativity is 'good' sense.

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.

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

Everybody has the same energy potential. The average person wastes his in a dozen little ways. I bring mine to bear on one thing only: my paintings, and everything else is sacrificed to it...myself included.

It's not what the artist does that counts; it's what he is.