I Paint What I Think, Not What

Cubism Is Not A Reality You Can Take In Your Hand. It's More Like A Perfume, In Front Of You, Behind You, To The Sides, The Scent Is Everywhere But You Don’t Quite Know Where It Comes From.

I Would Like To Manage To Prevent People From Ever Seeing How A Picture Of Mine Has Been Done. What Can It Possibly Matter? What I Want Is That The Only Thing Emanating From My Pictures Should Be Emotion.

Photographers, Along With Dentists, Are The Two Professions Never Satisfied With What They Do. Every Dentist Would Like To Be A Doctor And Inside Every Photographer Is A Painter Trying To Get Out.

It Means Nothing To Me. I Have No Opinion About It, And I Don't Care.

Have You Noticed That Bones Are Always Modeled And Not Carved, That You Always Have The Impression They Come From A Mold, That They Were First Modeled In Clay? Any Bone You Look At, You Always Find Fingerprints On It.