« I paint the material, I emphasize it. I scratch the layers, I withdraw, I add. I have sculptor's hands and I want to show the material as a trace of my passage. I want her to come out of the canvas, let the living be formed, be animated. I am an organic being. I go naked, carrying cells and skin without ever being caught by the traps of brain art. I knead, I sculpte, I sew. I take the road to trace and I explore through the web the world I build. The brush, the color, the incipient matter guide me; I have heartbeats to fix on the support of my emotions. I mold my days into so many shapes to come. I discover the parts of my life that come back to light and rest on the canvas. This rest is an illusion because I never intend to stop. »
Alfred de Ville de Goyet