I Do Not Weep: I Loathe Tears,

I Hardly Need To Abstract Things, For Each Object Is Unreal Enough Already, So Unreal That I Can Only Make It Real By Means Of Painting.

What I Want To Show In My Work Is The Idea Which Hides Itself Behind So-called Reality. I Am Seeking For The Bridge Which Leans From The Visible To The Invisible Through Reality. It May Sound Paradoxical, But It Is In Fact Reality Which Forms The Mystery Of Our Existence.

Space, And Space Again, Is The Infinite Deity Which Surrounds Us And In Which We Are Ourselves Contained.

What Are You? What Am I? Those Are The Questions That Constantly Persecute And Torment Me And Perhaps Also Play Some Part In My Art.

We Will Enjoy Ourselves With The Forms That Are Given Us: A Human Face, A Hand, The Breast Of A Woman Or The Body Of A Man, A Glad Or Sorrowful Expression, The Infinite Seas, The Wild Rocks, The Melancholy Language Of The Black Trees In The Snow, The Wild Strength Of Spring Flowers And The Heavy Lethargy Of A Hot Summer Day When Pan, Our Old Friend, Sleeps And The Ghosts Of Midday Whisper. This Alone Is Enough To Make Us Forget The Grief Of The World, Or To Give It Form.