If I See Everything In Gray, And

When I Make My Drawings... The Path Traced By My Pencil On The Sheet Of Paper Is, To Some Extent, Analogous To The Gesture Of A Man Groping His Way In The Darkness.

In The Past I Have Never Thought About Loneliness When Working, And I Don't Think About It Now. Yet There Must Be A Reason For The Fact That So Many People Talk About It.

In Every Work Of Art The Subject Is Primordial, Whether The Artist Knows It Or Not. The Measure Of The Formal Qualities Is Only A Sign Of The Measure Of The Artist's Obsession With His Subject; The Form Is Always In Proportion To The Obsession.

Once The Object Has Been Constructed, I Have A Tendency To Rediscover In It, Transformed And Displaced, Images, Impressions, Facts Which Have Deeply Moved Me (often Without My Knowing It).

That's The Terrible Thing: The More One Works On A Picture, The More Impossible It Becomes To Finish It.