Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.

Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.

Painting is a source of endless pleasure, but also of great anguish.

Painting is a language which cannot be replaced by another language. I don't know what to say about what I paint, really.

Painting what I experience, translating what I feel, is a great liberation. But it is also work, self-examination, consciousness, criticism, struggle.

If you speak of beauty, you are at once suspected of...kitsch.

One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil.