The painting rises from the brushstrokes as a poem rises from the words. The meaning comes later.

Painting or poetry is made as one makes love - a total embrace, prudence thrown to the winds, nothing held back.

I make no distinction between poetry and painting.

What I am looking for... is an immobile movement, something which would be the equivalent of what is called the eloquence of silence, or what St. John of the Cross, I think it was, described with the term 'mute music'.

Throughout the time in which I am working on a canvas I can feel how I am beginning to love it, with that love which is born of slow comprehension.

The painting rises from the brushstrokes as a poem rises from the words. The meaning comes later.

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.