The More An Object Is

The Outcome Of My Days Is Always The Same; An Infinite Desire For What One Never Gets; A Void One Cannot Fill; An Utter Yearning To Produce In All Ways, To Battle As Much As Possible Against Time That Drags Us Along, And The Distractions That Throw A Veil Over Our Soul.

The Artist Is Always Concerned With A Total View Of The World. However, When The Photographer Takes A Picture ... The Edge Of His Picture Is Just As Interesting As The Middle, One Can Only Guess At The Existence Of A Whole, And The View Presented Seems Chosen By Chance.

Mythological Subjects Always New. Modern Subjects Difficult Because Of The Absence Of The Nude And The Wretchedness Of Modern Costume.

To Be Understood A Writer Has To Explain Almost Everything.

I Go To Work As Others Rush To See Their Mistresses, And When I Leave, I Take Back With Me To My Solitude, Or In The Midst Of The Distractions That I Pursue, A Charming Memory That Does Not In The Least Resemble The Troubled Pleasure Of Lovers.