It Takes A Long Time To Become

I Simply Painted Images Of What Was Before My Eyes; It Is For Others To Find Hidden Meaning In Them.

We Have A Definite But Unknown Quantity Of Experience At Our Disposal. As Soon As The Hourglass Is Turned, The Sand Will Begin To Run Out And Once It Starts, It Cannot Stop Until It's All Gone.

From The Point Of View Of Art, There Are No Concrete Or Abstract Forms, But Only Forms Which Are More Or Less Convincing Lies.

Whatever The Source Of Emotion That Drives Me To Create, I Want To Give It A Form Which Has Some Connection With The Visible World, Even If It Is Only To Wage War On That World....i Want My Paintings To Be Able To Defend Themselves To Resist The Invader, Just As Though There Were Razor Blades On All Surfaces So No One Could Touch Them Without Cutting His Hands.

I Must Keep On Trying, Just To Keep The Experiment Going Until I Get Tired Of It All. Even If The Last Result Is Not Necessarily The Best, I Stop When My Interest In The Problem Wanes.