If I Close My Eyes, I See

Whoever Wishes To Devote Himself To Painting Should Begin By Cutting Out His Own Tongue

A Thimbleful Of Red Is Redder Than A Bucketful.

Beauty Comes From The Balance Between Two And Three Dimensions, Between Abstraction And Representation - I Seek The Equilibrium Behind Changing Appearances.

I Have Simply Wished To Assert The Reasoned And Independent Feeling Of My Own Individuality Within A Total Knowledge Of Tradition.

In Art, Truth And Reality Begin When One No Longer Understands What One Is Doing Or What One Knows, And When There Remains An Energy That Is All The Stronger For Being Constrained, Controlled And Compressed.