One day I am satisfied, the next day I find it all bad; still I hope that some day I will find some of them good.

Apart from painting and gardening, I'm not good at anything.

For me, the subject is of secondary importance: I want to convey what is alive between me and the subject.

I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.

One day I am satisfied, the next day I find it all bad; still I hope that some day I will find some of them good.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

All I did was to look at what the universe showed me, to let my brush bear witness to it.