Exactitude Is Not Truth.

The Living Model, The Naked Body Of A Woman, Is The Privileged Seat Of Feeling, But Also Of Questioning... The Model Must Mark You, Awaken In You An Emotion Which You Seek In Turn To Express.

There's Nothing Clinically Wrong With Me, Only An Emotional Imbalance - I Pass Too Quickly From The Wildest Enthusiasm To The Blackest Despair.

Arrival = Prison, And The Artist Must Never Be A Prisoner.

I Don't Know Whether I Believe In God Or Not. I Think, Really, I'm Some Sort Of Buddhist. But The Essential Thing Is To Put Oneself In A Frame Of Mind Which Is Close To That Of Prayer.

All That Is Not Useful In A Picture Is Detrimental. A Work Of Art Must Be Harmonious In Its Entirety; For Superfluous Details Would, In The Mind Of The Beholder, Encroach Upon The Essential Elements.