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.
I want to assassinate painting.
The spectacle of the sky overwhelms me. Im overwhelmed when I see, in an immense sky, the crescent of the moon, or the sun. There, in my pictures, tiny forms in huge empty spaces. Empty spaces, empty horizons, empty plains - everything which is bare has always greatly impressed me.
To gain freedom is to gain simplicity.
Painting or poetry is made as one makes love - a total embrace, prudence thrown to the winds, nothing held back.