I am not looking for a useful truth - social, moral, political - not even that aesthetic truth - always false -

The only truth I seek is the human truth that lives behind the convulsions.

I seek it in the voice, in the passions of the people and in the air and light that surround them, and with which they identify, forming a murky or clear, logical or incongruous moral atmosphere. My reality is human, sublime it may be, stupid it may be.

Because the most tender human truths cannot be understood or thought about, they must be felt