An Object Never Serves The Same Function

I Have Few Illusions: The Cause Is Lost In Advance. As For Me, I Do My Part, Which Is To Drag A Fairly Drab Existence To Its Conclusion.

We Must Not Fear Daylight Just Because It Almost Always Illuminates A Miserable World.

I Want Nevertheless To Add That For Me The World Is A Defiance Of Common Sense.

My Painting Is Visible Images That Conceal Nothing... They Evoke Mystery. Mystery Means Nothing. It Is Unknowable.

People Who Look For Symbolic Meaning Fail To Grasp The Inherent Poetry And Mystery Of The Images.