Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.

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

People who look for symbolic meaning fail to grasp the inherent poetry and mystery of the images.

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

Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.

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

If one looks at a thing with the intention of trying to discover what it means, one ends up no longer seeing the thing itself, but of thinking of the question that is raised.