Throughout The Time In Which I Am

As Regards My Means Of Expression, I Try My Hardest To Achieve The Maximum Of Clarity, Power, And Plastic Aggressiveness; A Physical Sensation To Begin With, Followed Up By An Impact On The Psyche.

I Make No Distinction Between Poetry And Painting.

What I Am Looking For... Is An Immobile Movement, Something Which Would Be The Equivalent Of What Is Called The Eloquence Of Silence, Or What St. John Of The Cross, I Think It Was, Described With The Term 'mute Music'.

The Picture Should Be Fecund. It Must Bring A World To Birth.

What I Will No Longer Accept Is The Mediocre Life Of A Modest Little Gentleman.