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

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

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

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

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

Do not accept any explanation of the world either through chance or determinism. You are not responsible for your belief. It is not even you who decides that you are not responsible - and so on to infinity. You are not obliged to believe. There is no point of departure.

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.