We are surrounded by curtains. We only perceive the world behind a curtain of semblance. At the same time, an object needs to be covered in order to be recognized at all.

My painting is visible images which conceal nothing... they evoke mystery and indeed when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question 'What does that mean'? It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable.

An object is not so attached to its name that we cannot find another one that would suit it better.

If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.

I want nevertheless to add that for me the world is a defiance of common sense.

Visible things can be invisible. However, our powers of thought grasp both the visible and the invisible – and I make use of painting to render thoughts visible.

We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.