It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth.

I want to be as though newborn. To be almost primitive.

A line is a dot that went for a walk.

Make chance essential.

Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.

My mirror probes down to the heart. I write words on the forehead and around the corners of the mouth. My human faces are truer than the real ones.

All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist.