More Than A Process, Painting Is Being

In My Experience A Painting Is Not Made With Colors And Paint At All. I Don't Know What A Painting Is; Who Knows What Sets Off Even The Desire To Paint?

Painting Seems Like Impossibility, With Only A Sign Now And Then Of Its Own Light.

If The Artist Starts Evaluating Himself, It’s An Enormous Block, Isn’t It?

More Than A Process, Painting Is Being Possessed.

I'm Not Interested In Painting; I'm Not Interested In Making A Picture. Then What The Hell Am I Interested In? I Must Be Interested In This Process.