Others Have Seen What Is And Asked

Art Washes Away From The Soul The Dust Of Everyday Life.

I Paint The Way Someone Bites His Fingernails; For Me, Painting Is A Bad Habit Because I Don't Know Nor Can I Do Anything Else.

We Have A Definite But Unknown Quantity Of Experience At Our Disposal. As Soon As The Hourglass Is Turned, The Sand Will Begin To Run Out And Once It Starts, It Cannot Stop Until It's All Gone.

I Begin With An Idea And Then It Becomes Something Else.

If You Give A Meaning To Certain Things In My Paintings It May Be Very True, But It Is Not My Idea To Give This Meaning. What Ideas And Conclusions You Have Got I Obtained Too, But Instinctively, Unconsciously. I Make The Painting For The Painting. I Paint The Objects For What They Are.