Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.
Painting what I experience, translating what I feel, is a great liberation. But it is also work, self-examination, consciousness, criticism, struggle.
Painting is a language which cannot be replaced by another language. I don't know what to say about what I paint, really.
Painting is a source of endless pleasure, but also of great anguish.
One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil.
I always feel the desire to look for the extraordinary in ordinary things; to suggest, not to impose, to leave always a slight touch of mystery in my paintings.