I Really Believe That I Am The

Abstract Art Places A New World, Which On The Surface Has Nothing To Do With 'reality,' Next To The 'real' World.

Every Work Of Art Is The Child Of Its Time, Often It Is The Mother Of Our Emotions.

I Applied Streaks And Blobs Of Colors Onto The Canvas With A Palette Knife, And I Made Them Sing With All The Intensity I Could.

The True Work Of Art Is Born From The 'artist': A Mysterious, Enigmatic, And Mystical Creation. It Detaches Itself From Him, It Acquires An Autonomous Life, Becomes A Personality, An Independent Subject, Animated With A Spiritual Breath, The Living Subject Of A Real Existence Of Being.

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.