One is a criminal to some people and an artist to others. I can understand that. In a legal sense, I am a convicted criminal.

The trick is to paint a picture that doesn't exist, and yet that fits perfectly into an artist's body of work.

Most forgers are caught because they tell the wrong person about what they do.

For the cynic, art is defined through money. That, of course, is a very sad statement. But an artist is someone who does creative things.

I went to the flea market in the morning and charged tourists money to take pictures of me. I looked pretty wild, with hair down to my waist, Indian robes, a floor-length fur coat. There must be lots of photos of me out there.

You can't paint pictures of love. You can only imagine them. So I suppose I don't need a painting by another artist. I have enough of my own.

I can paint anything. Leonardo? Of course. But why? You couldn't sell it.