The Simplest Things Give Me Ideas.

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'.

Poetry And Painting Are Done In The Same Way You Make Love; It's An Exchange Of Blood, A Total Embrace - Without Caution, Without Any Thought Of Protecting Yourself.

A Simple Line Painted With The Brush Can Lead To Freedom And Happiness.

What I Am Seeking... Is A Motionless Movement, Something Equivalent To What Is Called The Eloquence Of Silence.

Never, Never Do I Set To Work On A Canvas In The State It Comes In From The Shop. I Provoke Accidents - A Form, A Splotch Of Color. Any Accident Is Good Enough. I Let The Matiere Decide. Then I Prepare A Ground By, For Example, Wiping My Brushes On The Canvas. Letting Fall Some Drops Of Turpentine On It Would Do Just As Well. If I Want To Make A Drawing I Crumple The Sheet Of Paper Or I Wet It; The Flowing Water Traces A Line And This Line May Suggest What Is To Come Next.