If We Master A Bit Of Drawing,

The Object Of Art Is Not To Reproduce Reality, But To Create A Reality Of The Same Intensity.

The Head Is What Matters. The Rest Of The Body Plays The Part Of Antennae Making Life Possible For People And Life Itself Is Inside The Skull.

All I Can Do Will Only Ever Be A Faint Image Of What I See And My Success Will Always Be Less Than My Failure Or Perhaps Equal To The Failure.

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.

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.