I Do Not Seek. I Find.

Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realise Truth ... That Is Given Us To Understand.

What Do You Think An Artist Is? An Imbecile Who Has Only His Eyes If He's A Painter, Or Ears If He's A Musician, Or A Lyre At Every Level Of His Heart If He's A Poet, Or Even, If He's A Boxer, Just His Muscles? On The Contrary, He's At The Same Time A Political Being, Constantly Alive To Heart-rending, Burning, Or Happy Events In The World.

The Only Thing That's Important Is The Legend Created By The Picture, And Not Whether It Continues To Exist Itself.

Unless Your Work Gives You Trouble, It Is No Good.

When I Paint A Woman In An Armchair, The Armchair Is There To Show Illness And Death-or As A Protection.