Precision Is Not Reality

In Art, Truth And Reality Begin When One No Longer Understands What One Is Doing Or What One Knows, And When There Remains An Energy That Is All The Stronger For Being Constrained, Controlled And Compressed.

Work Cures Everything.

Expression For Me Does Not Reside In Passions Glowing In A Human Face Or Manifested By Violent Movement. The Entire Arrangement Of My Picture Is Expressive; The Place Occupied By My Figures, The Empty Space Around Them, The Proportions, Everything Has Its Share.

To Arrive Is To Be In Prison.

Everything That We See In Our Daily Lives Is More Or Less Distorted By Acquired Habits And This Is Perhaps More Evident In An Age Like Ours When Cinema Posters And Magazines Present Us Every Day With A Flood Of Ready-made Images Which Are To The Eye What Prejudices Are To The Mind. The Effort To See Things Without Distortion Demands A Kind Of Courage; And This Courage Is Essential To The Artist, Who Has To Look At Everything As Though He Were Seeing It For The First Time.