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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).

At First, One Sees The Person Who Is Modelling; But Little By Little, All Of The Possible Sculptures That Could Be Made Come Between Artist And Model.

I See Something, Find It Marvelous, Want To Try And Do It. Whether It Fails Or Whether It Comes Off In The End Becomes Secondary. . . . So Long As I've Learned Something About Why.

Failure Is My Best Friend. If I Succeeded, It Would Be Like Dying. Maybe Worse.

If I See Everything In Gray, And In Gray All The Colors Which I Experience And Which I Would Like To Reproduce, Then Why Should I Use Any Other Color?