Painting is damned difficult - you always think you've got it, but you haven't.
What I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.
Time and reflection change the sight little by little 'till we come to understand.
I've come to the conclusion that it's not really possible to help others.
The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.
Design and color are not distinct and separate. As one paints, one draws. The more the colors harmonize, the more the design takes form. When color is at it's richest, form is at its fullest.