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.
We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.
Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.
If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.
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.