Each thing we see hides something else we want to see.

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 feeling we experience while we look at a picture is not to be distinguished from the picture or from ourselves. the feeling, picture, and ourselves are united in one mystery.

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.

I like subversive humor, freckles, women's knees and long hair, the laughter of playing children, and a girl running down the street.

A thing which is present can be invisible, hidden by what it shows

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