Everything is dead while it lives.

At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants.

Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.

To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life.

I believe in the immortality of all creatures.

I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures?