A painter paints to unload himself of feelings and visions.
The quality of a painter depends on the amount of past he carries with him.
For me painting is a dramatic action in the course of which reality finds itself split apart
One starts to get young at the age of sixty and then it is too late.
It seems strange to me that someone thought of making marble statues.
I have discovered photography. Now I can kill myself. I have nothing else to learn.