I refuse to confide and don't like it when people write about art.
If you speak of beauty, you are at once suspected of...kitsch.
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.
One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil.
I will always find even the worst paintings that attempt some kind of representation better than the best invented paintings.