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.

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.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

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.

The present reeks of mediocrity and the atom bomb.

Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.

My painting is visible images that conceal nothing... they evoke mystery. Mystery means nothing. It is unknowable.