...we Make Our Lives By What We

Each Moment Presents What Happens.

The White Paintings Came First; My Silent Piece Came Later.

The Emotions - Love, Mirth, The Heroic, Wonder, Tranquility, Fear, Anger, Sorrow, Disgust - Are In The Audience.

When You Start Working, Everybody Is In Your Studio- The Past, Your Friends, Enemies, The Art World, And Above All, Your Own Ideas- All Are There. But As You Continue Painting, They Start Leaving, One By One, And You Are Left Completely Alone. Then, If You Are Lucky, Even You Leave.

It's Useless To Play Lullabies For Those Who Cannot Sleep.