It Took Me Four Years

Enough Of Art. It's Art That Kills Us. People No Longer Want To Do Painting: They Make Art.

I Have A Horror Of People Who Speak About The Beautiful. What Is The Beautiful? One Must Speak Of Problems In Painting!

When There's Dust Missing Here Or There, It's Because Someone Has Touched My Things. I See Immediately Someone Has Been There. And It's Because I Live Constantly With Dust, In Dust, That I Prefer To Wear Gray Suits, The Only Color On Which It Leaves No Trace.

Action Is The Foundation Of All Success.

In Drawing, Nothing Is Better Than The First Attempt.