For me nature is not landscape, but the dynamism of visual forces.

Painters have always needed a sort of veil upon which they can focus their attention. It's as though the more fully the consciousness is absorbed, the greater the freedom of the spirit behind

Painting is, I think, inevitably an archaic activity and one that depends on spiritual values.

As a painter today you have to work without that essential platform. But if one does not deceive oneself and accepts this lack of certainty, other things may come into play.

The eye can travel over the surface in a way parallel to the way it moves over nature. It should feel caressed and soothed, experience frictions and ruptures, glide and drift. One moment, there will be nothing to look at and the next second the canvas seems to refill, to be crowded with visual events.

I used to build up to sensation, accumulating tension until it released a perceptual experience

I think this lack of a center has something to do with the loss of certainties that Christianity had to offer