I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.

I have made tremendous efforts to work in a darker register and express the sinister and tragic quality of the place, given my natural tendency to work in light and pale tones.

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.

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

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