While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

True art lies in a reality that is felt.

I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.

It is precisely from the regret left by the imperfect work that the next one can be born.

My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.

My originality consists in putting the logic of the visible to the service of the invisible.

I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

Like music my drawings transport us to the ambiguous world of the indeterminate.

What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.

I am certain about what I will never do - but not about what my art will render.

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

People Will Hear What The Wish To Hear, So Why Can’t Say and Do What You Wish In Life.

Pride refuses to be taught. Humility refuses not to be.

Riding a race bike is an art - a thing that you do because you feel something inside.

I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this.

A mystery confounds the problem of industry in art. In the last analysis, to work is simply not enough. But we have to act as if it were, leaving reward aside.

There is hope in honest error; none in the icy perfections of the mere stylist

Once you've started to dig a hole, you can't get out of it.

Dictatorships start wars because they need external enemies to exert internal control over their own people.

I never aspired to be 2nd. I was taught... you can do whatever you want in this world, so why not be the best in the world?

Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.