I Don't Know If I

Taste For Things Of The Past Evolves, Doesn't It? What Was A Masterpiece A Hundred Years Ago Is No Longer So Today.

The One Thing That Fills Me With Enthusiasm Is To Try, Despite Everything, To Get Nearer To Those Visions That Seem So Hard To Express.

I Paint And Sculpt To Get A Grip On Reality... To Protect Myself.

I Don't Know If I Work In Order To Do Something, Or In Order To Know Why I Can't Do What I Want To Do.

The Older I Grow, The More I Find Myself Alone.