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.

Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.

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

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

I need to see the original paintings just as little as I have to read the original manuscripts of books.

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

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