The Contour Eludes Me.

It Is Not About Painting Life, It Is About Making Painting Alive.

Perhaps I Was Born Too Early. I Was More The Painter Of Your Generation Than Of Mine.

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.

Knowledge Of The Means To Express Our Emotion Is Essential- And Is Acquired Only After A Very Long Experience.

Studying The Model And Realizing It Is Sometimes Very Slow In Coming For The Artist.