I Work Like A Gardener.

The Picture Should Be Fecund. It Must Bring A World To Birth.

The Painting Rises From The Brushstrokes As A Poem Rises From The Words. The Meaning Comes Later.

My Way Is To Seize An Image The Moment It Has Formed In My Mind, To Trap It As A Bird And To Pin It At Once To Canvas. Afterward I Start To Tame It, To Master It. I Bring It Under Control And I Develop It.

I Make No Distinction Between Poetry And Painting.

I Begin Painting And As I Paint The Picture Begins To Assert Itself, Or Suggest Itself, Under My Brush. The Form Becomes A Sign For A Woman Or A Bird As I Work... The First Stage Is Free, Unconscious... The Second Stage Is Carefully Calculated.