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

Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see, but it is impossible. Humans hide their secrets too well.

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

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

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

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