Art Seems To Me To Be Above

In My Youth, Poverty Enriched Me, But Now I Can Afford Wealth.

The Habit Of Ignoring Nature Is Deeply Implanted In Our Times. This Attitude Reminds Me Of People Who Never Look You In The Eye; I Find Them Disturbing And Always Have To Look Away.

I Work In Whatever Medium Likes Me At The Moment.

I Am Out To Introduce A Psychic Shock Into My Painting, One That Is Always Motivated By Pictorial Reasoning: That Is To Say, A Fourth Dimension.

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?