I Try To Apply Colors Like Words

The Spectacle Of The Sky Overwhelms Me. Im Overwhelmed When I See, In An Immense Sky, The Crescent Of The Moon, Or The Sun. There, In My Pictures, Tiny Forms In Huge Empty Spaces. Empty Spaces, Empty Horizons, Empty Plains - Everything Which Is Bare Has Always Greatly Impressed Me.

What I Am Seeking... Is A Motionless Movement, Something Equivalent To What Is Called The Eloquence Of Silence.

I Work Like A Gardener.

As Regards My Means Of Expression, I Try My Hardest To Achieve The Maximum Of Clarity, Power, And Plastic Aggressiveness; A Physical Sensation To Begin With, Followed Up By An Impact On The Psyche.

More Important Than A Work Of Art Itself Is What It Will Sow. Art Can Die, A Painting Can Disappear. What Counts Is The Seed.