Art is nothing but the expression of our dream; the more we surrender to it the closer we get to the inner truth of things, our dream-life, the true life that scorns questions and does not see them.

What appears spectral today will be natural tomorrow.

Today we are searching for things in nature that are hidden behind the veil of appearance... We look for and paint this inner, spiritual side of nature.

Todayart is moving in a direction of which our fathers would never even have dreamed.We stand before the new pictures as in a dream and we hear the apocalyptic horsemen in the air.

Religions die slowly.

Who is able to paint the existence of a dog as Picasso paints the existence of a cubic shape?

Traditions are lovely thingsto create traditions, that is, not to live off them.