What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.

One of my problems is to find the self.

The stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut.

When spiritual, metaphysical, material, or immaterial events come into my life, I can only fix them by way of painting.

Height, width, and depth are the three phenomena which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus to protect myself from the infinity of space.

I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.

I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.