Basically Painting Is Total Idiocy.

There's A Moment For Everyone When You Fall Into Your Own Shadow And The Fact Is That It's Your Shadow And You're Forced To Live In It. And This Is Nothing To Celebrate Or Not Celebrate. It Simply Is.

And I Think That Even Today, New York Still Has More Of This Unexpected Quality Around Every Corner Than Any Place Else. It's Something Quite Extraordinary

It's When You've Found Out How To Do Certain Things, That It's Time To Stop Doing Them, Because What's Missing Is That You're Not Including The Risk.

For Me There Is No Difference Between Art And Life.

This Is A Portrait Of Iris Clert If I Say So.