When I Stand Before A Canvas, I

The Painting Rises From The Brushstrokes As A Poem Rises From The Words. The Meaning Comes Later.

Painting Must Be Fertile. It Must Give Birth To A World.. ..it Must Fertilize The Imagination.

What I Am Seeking... Is A Motionless Movement, Something Equivalent To What Is Called The Eloquence Of Silence.

I Think Of My Studio As A Vegetable Garden, Where Things Follow Their Natural Course. They Grow, They Ripen. You Have To Graft. You Have To Water.

The More I Work, The More I Want To Work.