The Camera Relieves Us Of The Burden

We Never Look At Just One Thing; We Are Always Looking At The Relation Between Things And Ourselves.

When We Read A Story, We Inhabit It. The Covers Of The Book Are Like A Roof And Four Walls.

The Impulse To Paint Comes Neither From Observation Nor From The Soul (which Is Probably Blind) But From An Encounter: The Encounter Between Painter And Model: Even If The Model Is A Mountain Or A Shelf Of Empty Medicine Bottles.

To Be Desired Is Perhaps The Closest Anybody In This Life Can Reach To Feeling Immortal.

What Do Drawings Mean To Me? I Really Don't Know. The Activity Absorbs Me. I Forget Everything Else In A Way That I Don't Think Happens With Any Other Activity.