I feel as though the world is a friendly boy walking along in the sun.

You can't make either life or art, you have to work in the hole in between, which is undefined. That's what makes the adventure of painting.

A pair of socks is no less suitable to make a painting with than wood, nails, turpentine, oil and fabric.

I'm quite taken aback when I get something that appears to be technically a good photograph, because it's not necessarily my intention.

Work is my joy... Work is my therapy, I don't know anybody who loves work as much as I do.

I don't mess around with my subconscious

With me, it's much more a matter of accepting whatever happens, accepting all these elements from the outside and then trying to work with them in a sort of free collaboration.