Love In An Animal Sense Is An

What Is Important To Me In My Work Is The Identity That Is Hidden Behind So-called Reality. I Search For A Bridge From The Given Present Tot The Invisible, Rather As A Famous Cabalist Once Said, 'if You Wish To Grasp The Invisible, Penetrate As Deeply As Possible Into The Visible'.

We Will Enjoy Ourselves With The Forms That Are Given Us: A Human Face, A Hand, The Breast Of A Woman Or The Body Of A Man, A Glad Or Sorrowful Expression, The Infinite Seas, The Wild Rocks, The Melancholy Language Of The Black Trees In The Snow, The Wild Strength Of Spring Flowers And The Heavy Lethargy Of A Hot Summer Day When Pan, Our Old Friend, Sleeps And The Ghosts Of Midday Whisper. This Alone Is Enough To Make Us Forget The Grief Of The World, Or To Give It Form.

I Hardly Need To Abstract Things, For Each Object Is Unreal Enough Already, So Unreal That I Can Only Make It Real By Means Of Painting.

Love In An Animal Sense Is An Illness, But A Necessity Which One Has To Overcome.

My Figures Come And Go, Suggested By Fortune Or Misfortune. I Try To Fix Them Divested Of Their Apparent Accidental Quality.