I Don't Develop; I Am.

Painting Is A Jeu D'esprit.

Forcing Yourself To Use Restricted Means Is The Sort Of Restraint That Liberates Invention. It Obliges You To Make A Kind Of Progress That You Can't Even Imagine In Advance.

Everything You Can Imagine Is Real.

Man Doesn't Change. He Keeps His Habits. Instinctively, All Those People Found The Same Corner For Their Kitchen. To Build A City, Don't Men Choose The Same Sites? Under Cities You Always Find Other Cities; Other Churches Under Churches, And Other Houses Under Houses.

It Would Be Very Curious To Record By Means Of Photographs, Not The Stage Of The Picture, But Its Metamorphoses. Perhaps One Would Perceive The Path Taken By The Mind In Order To Put Its Dreams Into A Concrete Form. But What Is Really Very Curious Is To Observe That Fundamentally The Picture Does Not Change, That Despite Appearances The Initial Vision Remains Almost Intact.