More than a process, painting is being possessed.

I go to the studio everyday because one day I may go and the Angel will be there. What if I don't go and the Angel comes?

If the artist starts evaluating himself, it’s an enormous block, isn’t it?

It is possible to make a living thing, not a diagram of what I have been thinking: to posit with paint something living, something that changes each day.

There is something mysterious in this work that I do not ever what to discover.

Painting is an illusion, a piece of magic, so what you see is not what you see. I don't know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint? It might be things, thoughts, a memory, sensations, which have nothing to do directly with painting itself. They can come from anything and anywhere.

Probably the most potent desire for a painter, an image-maker, is to see it. To see what the mind can think and imagine, to realize it for oneself, through oneself, as concretely as possible.