My Painting Is Visible Images That Conceal

The Mind Loves The Unknown. It Loves Images Whose Meaning Is Unknown, Since The Meaning Of The Mind Itself Is Unknown.

Painting Bores Me Like Everything Else. Unfortunately, Painting Is One Of The Activities - It Is Bound Up In The Series Of Activities - That Seems To Change Almost Nothing In Life, The Same Habits Are Always Recurring.

I Have Few Illusions: The Cause Is Lost In Advance. As For Me, I Do My Part, Which Is To Drag A Fairly Drab Existence To Its Conclusion.

The Purpose Of Art Is Mystery.

The Feeling We Experience While We Look At A Picture Is Not To Be Distinguished From The Picture Or From Ourselves. The Feeling, Picture, And Ourselves Are United In One Mystery.