What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he's a painter, or ears if he's a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he's a poet, or even, if he's a boxer, just his muscles? On the contrary, he's at the same time a political being, constantly alive to heart-rending, burning, or happy events in the world.

Computers are useless - all they can give you are answers.

People want Art. And they are given it. But the less Art there is in painting the more painting there is.

Art isn't done to decorate apartments, but to wage war against the enemy.

I am always making that what I am not capable, in an attempt to learn how to doing it.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.

Because I cannot work except in solitude, it is necessary that I live my work and that is impossible except in solitude.