In art, there is neither past nor future. The art that is not in the present will never be.

Everything you can imagine is real.

Painting is a jeu d'esprit.

When you start with a portrait and try to find pure form by abstracting more and more, you must end up with an egg.

Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.

I don't think I'm wrong when I say that the most beautiful objects of the "stone age" were made of skin, fabric, and especially wood. The "stone age" ought to be called the "wood age." How many African statues are made of stone, bone, or ivory? Maybe one in a thousand! And prehistoric man had no more ivory at his disposal than African tribes. Maybe even less. He must have had thousands of wooden fetishes, all gone now.

I have a real passion for bones. I have many others in Boisgeloup: skeletons of birds, dog's and sheep's heads. I even have a rhinoceros skull.