My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.

I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

I have a feeling only for shadows

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.