What counts is art. painting, a kind of painting that is quite different from what everyone makes it out to be. But what kind? Will God or someone else give me the strength to breathe the breath of prayer and mourning into my paintings, the breath of prayer for redemption and resurrection?

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.

Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.

Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul.

I am out to introduce a psychic shock into my painting, one that is always motivated by pictorial reasoning: that is to say, a fourth dimension.

All our interior world is reality, and that, perhaps, more so than our apparent world.