With Age, Art And Life Become One.

I Realized That One Cannot Reveal Oneself Without Mannerism, Without Some Evident Trace Of One's Personality. But All The Same One Should Not Go Too Far In That Direction.

One Has To Arrive At A Specific Temperature, At Which The Objects Become Malleable.

Art Is Polymorphic. A Picture Appears To Each Onlooker Under A Different Guise.

Out Of Limitations, New Forms Emerge

It Is Not Sufficient That What One Paints Should Be Made Visible. It Must Be Made Tangible.