In the same way as Jean Rustin, you represent humanity in a brutal, almost miserable way.
I think an artist has to have something to say, otherwise he’s a decorator. Jean Rustin has a vision that he owes to his own life, but he never intended it to be interpreted that way. He lost a child, went to psychiatric hospitals. In fact, he has a way of saying things, of painting his vision of humanity, his history.
I think that in some ways I find myself in this instinctive way of proceeding: I need to come up with things – which are much less strong and beautiful than those of Jean Rustin – but I need to say them without analysis. I wonder a lot about everything that is happening and surrounds us. I’m not insensitive, on the contrary I think everything has a connection. When things cannot be said with the verb and are expressed with the drawing, they sometimes emerge harder and more frontal.
I’m not in self-analysis. What interests me is the other person’s view of my work. Why a character is naked or dressed, I don’t know. In my vision at that moment in time, it has to be like that.