The Older I Grow, The More I

All The Sculptures Of Today, Like Those Of The Past, Will End One Day In Pieces... So It Is Important To Fashion Ones Work Carefully In Its Smallest Recess And Charge Every Particle Of Matter With Life.

I See Something, Find It Marvelous, Want To Try And Do It. Whether It Fails Or Whether It Comes Off In The End Becomes Secondary. . . . So Long As I've Learned Something About Why.

All The Art Of The Past Rises Up Before Me, The Art Of All Ages And All Civilizations, Everything Becomes Simultaneous, As If Space Had Replaced Time. Memories Of Works Of Art Blend With Affective Memories, With My Work, With My Whole Life.

I've Been Fifty Thousand Times To The Louvre. I Have Copied Everything In Drawing, Trying To Understand.

The More I Work, The More I See Things Differently, That Is, Everything Gains In Grandeur Every Day, Becomes More And More Unknown, More And More Beautiful. The Closer I Come, The Grander It Is, The More Remote It Is.