The older you get the stronger the wind gets - and it's always in your face.

Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?

What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist

You mustn't always believe what I say. Questions tempt you to tell lies, particularly when there is no answer.

There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

Everything you can imagine is real.