Love In An Animal Sense Is An

If You Wish To Get Hold Of The Invisible You Must Penetrate As Deeply As Possible Into The Visible.

Painting Constantly Appeared To Me As The One And Only Possible Achievement.

As A Painter, Cursed Or Blessed With A Terrible And Vital Sensuousness, I Must Look For Wisdom With My Eyes. I Repeat, With My Eyes, For Nothing Could Be More Ridiculous Or Irrelevant Than A 'philosophical Conception Painted Purely Intellectually Without The Terrible Fury Of The Senses Grasping Each Visible Form Of Beauty And Ugliness.

Love In An Animal Sense Is An Illness, But A Necessity Which One Has To Overcome.

When Spiritual, Metaphysical, Material, Or Immaterial Events Come Into My Life, I Can Only Fix Them By Way Of Painting.