More Important Than A Work Of Art

When I Stand Before A Canvas, I Never Know What I'll Do, And I Am The First One Surprised At What Comes Out.

I Begin My Pictures Under The Effect Of A Shock Which I Feel And Which Makes Me Escape From Reality... I Need A Point Of Departure, Even If It's Only A Speck Of Dust Or A Flash Of Light.

Art Class Was Like A Religious Ceremony To Me. I Would Wash My Hands Carefully Before Touching Paper Or Pencils. The Instruments Of Work Were Sacred Objects To Me.

What I Am Looking For... Is An Immobile Movement, Something Which Would Be The Equivalent Of What Is Called The Eloquence Of Silence, Or What St. John Of The Cross, I Think It Was, Described With The Term 'mute Music'.

As Regards My Means Of Expression, I Try My Hardest To Achieve The Maximum Of Clarity, Power, And Plastic Aggressiveness; A Physical Sensation To Begin With, Followed Up By An Impact On The Psyche.