Art Is A Wound Turned Into Light.

I Wanted To Create A Kind Of Substance By Means Of Brush-work. But That Is The Kind Of Discovery Which One Makes Gradually... Thus It Was That I Subsequently Began To Introduce Sand, Sawdust And Metal Filings Into My Pictures.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.

One Day I Noticed That I Could Go On Working My Art Motif No Matter What The Weather Might Be. I No Longer Needed The Sun, For I Took My Light Everywhere With Me.

Thanks To The Oval I Have Discovered The Meaning Of The Horizontal And The Vertical.

The Space Between The Dish And The Pitcher, That I Paint Also.