Perhaps death is not the hardest thing in a painter's life. . .
Looking at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over
the black dots representing towns and villages on a map. Why, I ask
myself, shouldn't the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the
black dots on the map of France? Just as we take the train to get to
Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star.