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

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

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.

Too often we tend to reduce what is strange to what is familiar. I intend to restore the familiar to the strange.

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

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.

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.