Generally Speaking, Color Directly Influences The Soul.

When I Was Thirteen Or Fourteen I Bought A Paintbox With Oil Paints From Money Slowly Saved Up. The Feeling I Had At The Time - Or Better - The Experience Of Color Coming Slowly Out Of The Tube - Is With Me To This Day.

The Eyes Are Hammers.

An Empty Canvas, Apparently Really Empty, That Says Nothing And Is Without Significance – Almost Dull, In Fact – In Reality, Is Crammed With Thousands Of Undertone Tensions And Full Of Expectancy. Slightly Apprehensive Lest It Should Be Outraged.

A World Of Colors On The Palette Remaining... Wandering... On Canvases Still Emerging.

Black Is Like The Silence Of The Body After Death, The Close Of Life.