It Was The Only Way To Progress,

What Do I Know Of Man's Destiny? I Could Tell You More About Radishes.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

We Spend Our Life, It's Ours, Trying To Bring Together In The Same Instant A Ray Of Sunshine And A Free Bench

My Characters Have Nothing. I'm Working With Impotence, Ignorance... That Whole Zone Of Being That Has Always Been Set Aside By Artists As Something Unusable - Something By Definition Incompatible With Art.

The Essential Doesn't Change.