The Streets Are Full Of Admirable Craftsmen,

I Paint What Cannot Be Photographed, That Which Comes From The Imagination Or From Dreams, Or From An Unconscious Drive.

The Complicated Engines Manufactured By Men Demand, If One Really Wants To Use Them, Much Calm. Ever Since Our Love For Machines Replaced The Love We Used To Have For Our Fellow Man, Catastrophes Proceed To Increase.

To Me, A Painter, If Not The Most Useful, Is The Least Harmful Member Of Our Society.

To Create Is Divine, To Reproduce Is Human.

Personally, I Have Always Preferred Inspiration To Information.