I wouldn't be ashamed to sell my own art for a lot of money.

No one ever ordered anything from me. I painted because I wanted to.

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

I only painted when I felt like it and needed money. But it never really became a professional thing, even though the dealers would have liked that.

I never decided to become an art forger. I was aware of my talent at an early age, and I used it foolishly. This developed over the years. In my heart, I don't see myself as a criminal.

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

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.