My Paintings Are Not Meant To Be

Painting Is Neither Decorative Amusement, Nor The Plastic Invention Of Felt Reality; It Must Be Every Time: Invention, Discovery, Revelation.

Before He Goes Into The Water, A Diver Cannot Know What He Will Bring Back.

The Virtue Of Pride, Which Was Once The Beauty Of Mankind, Has Given Place To That Fount Of Ugliness, Christian Humility.

Collage Is The Noble Conquest Of The Irrational, The Coupling Of Two Realities, Irreconcilable In Appearance, Upon A Plane Which Apparently Does Not Suit Them.

And Loplop, Bird Superior, Has Transformed Himself Into Flesh Without Flesh And Will Dwell Among Us.