‘Nostalgia: tears well up in my eyes, I wish I were in those paintings, how I wish I were in that Eden where people live in a wild nature without original sin, without psychoanalysis, where the law is that of survival and the adventure of life is always amazing, and the future is all ahead of us, magic calls out to us at every moment, science has not yet been born, the sun rises and sets, the moon is silver and I am sacred and inviolable nature for ever and ever.
In short, I wish, I wish, I wish, and in my paintings I can.’