“Finally, trying to make something of them, I began to work from memory, primarily in order to know what had stayed with me from all this work (all that time I also drew and painted a bit, almost always from life).
“But to my horror, when I tried to remember what I had seen, the sculptures became smaller and smaller, they seemed like children, and although I hated these little things and tried again and again I always ended up at the same point.
“A large figure seemed wrong to me and a little one just as bad; they became so tiny that often with a final cut of the knife, they would disappear into dust. But heads and figures only seemed to have any truth when they were minuscule.
“All that changed a bit in 1945 with drawing. It led me to want to make larger figures, but to my surprise, they only seemed likenesses if they were long and thin.
“And that’s about where I am today, not where I was yesterday, and I can see straightaway that if I can easily draw old sculptures, I would only have difficulty with those that I made in the last years. Perhaps if I could draw them, it would no longer be necessary to put them in space, but I’m not sure of that.
“Now I must stop, besides they’re closing up, one must obey the rules.”