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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.