It Was Always Disappointing To See That

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).

I Don't Know If I Work In Order To Do Something, Or In Order To Know Why I Can't Do What I Want To Do.

All The Art Of The Past Rises Up Before Me, The Art Of All Ages And All Civilizations, Everything Becomes Simultaneous, As If Space Had Replaced Time. Memories Of Works Of Art Blend With Affective Memories, With My Work, With My Whole Life.

I've Tried Doing So, For It Was Never My Intention To Paint Only With Gray. But In The Course Of My Work I Have Eliminated One Color After Another, And What Has Remained Is Gray, Gray, Gray!

When You Look At Art Made By Other People, You See What You Need To See In It.