At 16, I decided to do something brave: I went on a prehistoric dig. In fact, I've had my name in a museum since I was 18 years old, not for my painting but for the prehistoric objects I found. That's how I started thinking about art.

Painting allows us to live in a more interesting way than we live our everyday lives.

I am against limitations like perspective. Perspective is illusion, it's the opposite of presence, and art is presence.

Black ink was always my favorite. I loved it. And then one day I realized that the only thing I ever wanted to do was to paint.

Painting is a play of opacities and transparencies.

If painting doesn't offer a way to dream and create emotions, then it's not worth it.

I never want to stop painting. I'm 94 now. What's my secret? I just keep thinking about the painting I'm going to do tomorrow.