I detest my past, and anyone else's. I detest resignation, patience, professional heroism and obligatory beautiful feelings. I also detest the decorative arts, folklore, advertising, voices making announcements, aerodynamism, boy scouts, the smell of moth balls, events of the moment, and drunken people.

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

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

Those who become entangled in these false ideas are prevented from perceiving the Integral Oneness.

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

My investigations resembled the pursuit of the solution to a problem for which I had three data: the object, the thing connected with it in the shadow of my consciousness, and the light wherein that thing would become apparent.

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.