I will say without reservations that from my point of view there can be no abstractions. Any shape or area that has not the pulsating concreteness of real flesh and bones, its vulnerability to pleasure or pain is nothing at all. Any picture that does not provide the environment in which the breath of life can be drawn does not interest me.

Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit, and the only means of making concrete the purpose of its varied quickness and stillness.

It is the poet and philosopher who provide the community of objectives in which the artist participates. Their chief preoccupation, like the artist, is the expression in concrete form of their notions of reality. Like him, they deal with the verities of time and space, life and death, and the heights of exaltation as well as the depths of despair. The preoccupation with these eternal problems creates a common ground which transcends the disparity in the means used to achieve them.

To me art is an adventure into an unknown world, which can be explored only by those willing to take the risk.

And last, it may be worthwhile trying to hang something beyond the partial wall because some of the pictures do very well in a confined space.

Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit.

The artist invites the spectator to take a journey within the realm of the canvas... Without taking the journey, the spectator has really missed the essential experience of the picture.