If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.

An object is not so attached to its name that we cannot find another one that would suit it better.

Nothing is confused except the mind.

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that is hidden and the visible that is present.

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

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.

I think we are responsible for the universe, but that doesn't mean we decide anything.