Art Evokes The Mystery Without Which The

We Must Not Fear Daylight Just Because It Almost Always Illuminates A Miserable World.

I Have Few Illusions: The Cause Is Lost In Advance. As For Me, I Do My Part, Which Is To Drag A Fairly Drab Existence To Its Conclusion.

I Detest My Past, And Anyone Else's. I Detest Resignation, Patience, Professional Heroism And Obligatory Beautiful Feelings. I Also Detest The Decorative Arts, Folklore, Advertising, Voices Making Announcements, Aerodynamism, Boy Scouts, The Smell Of Moth Balls, Events Of The Moment, And Drunken People.

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See. There Is An Interest In That Which Is Hidden And Which The Visible Does Not Show Us. This Interest Can Take The Form Of A Quite Intense Feeling, A Sort Of Conflict, One Might Say, Between The Visible That Is Hidden And The Visible That Is Present.

Life Obliges Me To Do Something, So I Paint.