I donโt think Iโm made for any earthly kind of pleasure.
For me, the subject is of secondary importance: I want to convey what is alive between me and the subject.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
My work is always better when I am alone and follow my own impressions.
I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.
It is better to have done something than to have been someone.