It Was Always Disappointing To

Once The Object Has Been Constructed, I Have A Tendency To Rediscover In It, Transformed And Displaced, Images, Impressions, Facts Which Have Deeply Moved Me (often Without My Knowing It).

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.

The Human Face Is As Strange To Me As A Countenance, Which, The More One Looks At It, The More It Closes Itself Off And Escapes By The Steps Of Unknown Stairways.

I've Been Fifty Thousand Times To The Louvre. I Have Copied Everything In Drawing, Trying To Understand.

(art Is) The Residue Of Vision.