I Do Not Literally Paint That Table,

If People Knew What Matisse, Supposedly The Painter Of Happiness, Had Gone Through, The Anguish And Tragedy He Had To Overcome To Manage To Capture That Light Which Has Never Left Him, If People Knew All That, They Would Also Realize That This Happiness, This Light, This Dispassionate Wisdom Which Seems To Be Mine, Are Sometimes Well-deserved, Given The Severity Of My Trials.

It Has Always Bothered Me That I Don't Paint Like Everyone Else

From The Moment I Held The Box Of Colors In My Hands, I Knew This Was My Life. I Threw Myself Into It Like A Beast That Plunges Towards The Thing It Loves.

My Models, My Human Figures, Are Never Like Extras In An Interior. They Are The Main Theme Of My Work. I Depend Absolutely On My Model.

The Whole Arrangement Of My Picture Is Expressive. The Place Occupied By The Figures Or Objects, The Empty Spaces Around Them, The Proportions, Everything Plays A Part.