Nothing Is Confused Except The Mind.

My Painting Is Visible Images Which Conceal Nothing... They Evoke Mystery And Indeed When One Sees One Of My Pictures, One Asks Oneself This Simple Question 'what Does That Mean'? It Does Not Mean Anything, Because Mystery Means Nothing Either, It Is Unknowable.

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See, But It Is Impossible. Humans Hide Their Secrets Too Well.

Life Obliges Me To Do Something, So I Paint.

The Present Reeks Of Mediocrity And The Atom Bomb.

If One Looks At A Thing With The Intention Of Trying To Discover What It Means, One Ends Up No Longer Seeing The Thing Itself, But Of Thinking Of The Question That Is Raised.