I understand how you could see something in the root of a tree, a crack in the wall, in an eroded stone or pebble. But marble? It comes off in blocks and doesn't evoke any image. It does not inspire.

I simply painted images of what was before my eyes; it is for others to find hidden meaning in them.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing?

A painter paints to unload himself of feelings and visions.

If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes.

Art is lies that tell the truth.

Computers are useless - all they can give you are answers.