The Purpose Of Art Is Mystery.

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

Only Thought Can Resemble. It Resembles By Being What It Sees, Hears, Or Knows; It Becomes What The World Offers It.

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

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 Want Nevertheless To Add That For Me The World Is A Defiance Of Common Sense.