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

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.

I always loved to paint. As a kid, I liked to dip my paintbrush in black ink. They gave colors to me to use, but I didn't like them very much.

I've always loved black, and I realized that, from the beginning, man went into completely dark caves to paint. They painted with black too. They could have painted with white because there were white stones all over the ground, but no, they chose to paint with black in the dark.

Prehistoric art came to move me much more than Greek art. Greek art has beautiful women and handsome men, but I don't care.

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.