An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk's sake.

Make chance essential.

Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible.

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

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.

You adapt yourself to the contents of the paintbox.

The Biblical story of the creation is an excellent parable of movement. The work of art, too, is above all a process of creation, it is never experienced as a mere product.