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.

A painter is a man who paints what he sells; an artist, on the other hand, is a man who sells what he paints.

Painting is stronger than me, it makes me do it's bidding.

In the end there is only Matisse.

I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.

If I don't have red, I use blue.

So there's only one tactic for the state: kill the seers.