I Owe You The Truth In Painting,

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.

The Transposition That A Painter Makes With An Original Vision Gives To The Representation Of Nature A New Interest.

Right Now A Moment Of Time Is Passing By!... We Must Become That Moment.

The Truth Is In Nature, And I Shall Prove It.

The Painter Must Enclose Himself Within His Work; He Must Respond Not With Words, But With Paintings.