I Want To Assassinate Painting.

Painting Or Poetry Is Made As One Makes Love - A Total Embrace, Prudence Thrown To The Winds, Nothing Held Back.

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

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

More Important Than A Work Of Art Itself Is What It Will Sow. Art Can Die, A Painting Can Disappear. What Counts Is The Seed.

I Believe That To Do Anything In This World One Needs A Love For Risk And Adventure, And Above All, To Be Able To Do Without What Middle-class Families Call "future."