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.
Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.
Nothing is confused except the mind.
We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.
I want nevertheless to add that for me the world is a defiance of common sense.
If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.