The Simplest Things Give Me Ideas.

I Try To Apply Colors Like Words That Shape Poems, Like Notes That Shape Music.

I Begin My Pictures Under The Effect Of A Shock Which I Feel And Which Makes Me Escape From Reality... I Need A Point Of Departure, Even If It's Only A Speck Of Dust Or A Flash Of Light.

I Throw Down The Gauntlet To Chance. For Example, I Prepare The Ground For A Picture By Cleaning My Brush Over The Canvas. Spilling A Little Turpentine Can Also Be Helpful.

The Picture Should Be Fecund. It Must Bring A World To Birth.

The Works Must Be Conceived With Fire In The Soul But Executed With Clinical Coolness.