When Black and White are colors and not races, people will still fall in love and discriminate between partners and feel sad and bad and need art that breaks your heart and takes you to those places where pain becomes beauty.

No painting can exist without the tension of what it figures and what it concretely consists of. The pleasure of what it could mean and the pain of what it's not.

There are these painterly things that happen while I'm working.

I do think that I'm not good at making pretty things. It doesn't come so naturally for me.

Painting doesn't freeze time. It circulates and recycles time like a wheel that turns. Those who were first might well be last. Painting is a very slow art. It doesn't travel with the speed of light. That's why dead painters shine so bright.

At the moment my art is situated between the pornographic tendency to reveal everything and the erotic inclination to hide what it's all about.

I think I am probably a lot like my father.