I cannot expect even my own art to provide all of the answers, only to hope it keeps asking the right questions.

Now as before it is the vulgar and the vital and the possibility of its transformation into the beautiful which continues to challenge and fascinate me.

Somehow, in painting I try to make some logic out of the world that has been given to me in chaos.

I cannot expect even my own art to provide all of the answers, only to hope it keeps asking the right questions.

I didn't choose painting, it chose me.I didn't have a talent,i just had genius

In painting I try to make some logic out of the world that has been given to me in chaos. I have a very pretentious idea that I want to make life, I want to make sense out of it. The fact that I am doomed to failure - that doesn't deter me in the least.

A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle.