It would be very curious to record by means of photographs, not the stage of the picture, but its metamorphoses. Perhaps one would perceive the path taken by the mind in order to put its dreams into a concrete form. But what is really very curious is to observe that fundamentally the picture does not change, that despite appearances the initial vision remains almost intact.

Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.

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.

Style is besides the point. Nobody would pay attention if one always said the same thing, in the same words and the same tone of voice.

The only thing that's important is the legend created by the picture, and not whether it continues to exist itself.

When we did Cubist paintings, our intention was not to produce Cubist paintings but to express what was within us. No one laid down a course of action for us, and our friends the poets followed our endeavour attentively but they never dictated it to us.

I don't believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.