I have a horror of people who speak about the beautiful. What is the beautiful? One must speak of problems in painting!

For those who know how to read, I have painted my autobiography

How often have I found that wanting to use blue, I didn't have it so I used a red instead of the blue.

Art is lies that tell the truth.

To find is the thing.

Races and religions may have changed, but the marketplace, the living quarters, pilgrimage sites, places of worship, have remained the same. Venus is replaced by the Virgin, but the same life goes on.

Do you think it interests me that this painting represents two figures? These two figures existed, they exist no more. The sight of them gave me an initial emotion, little by little their real presence grew indistinct they became a fiction for me, then they disappeared, or rather, were turned into problems of all kinds. For me they are no longer two figures but shapes and colours, don't misunderstand me, shapes and colours, though, that sum up the idea of the two figures and preserve the vibration of their existence.