What I will no longer accept is the mediocre life of a modest little gentleman.
Painting or poetry is made as one makes love - a total embrace, prudence thrown to the winds, nothing held back.
To gain freedom is to gain simplicity.
The works must be conceived with fire in the soul but executed with clinical coolness.
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.
More important than a work of art itself is what it will sow. Art can die, a painting can disappear. What counts is the seed.