A Truly Poetic Canvas Is An Awakened

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

If One Looks At A Thing With The Intention Of Trying To Discover What It Means, One Ends Up No Longer Seeing The Thing Itself, But Of Thinking Of The Question That Is Raised.

Nothing Is Confused Except The Mind.

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

If The Dream Is A Translation Of Waking Life, Waking Life Is Also A Translation Of The Dream.