Nothing Is Confused Except The Mind.

My Investigations Resembled The Pursuit Of The Solution To A Problem For Which I Had Three Data: The Object, The Thing Connected With It In The Shadow Of My Consciousness, And The Light Wherein That Thing Would Become Apparent.

My Painting Is Visible Images That Conceal Nothing... They Evoke Mystery. Mystery Means Nothing. It Is Unknowable.

A Thing Which Is Present Can Be Invisible, Hidden By What It Shows

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See. There Is An Interest In That Which Is Hidden And Which The Visible Does Not Show Us. This Interest Can Take The Form Of A Quite Intense Feeling, A Sort Of Conflict, One Might Say, Between The Visible That Is Hidden And The Visible That Is Present.

A Truly Poetic Canvas Is An Awakened Dream.