All I know about painting, I have learned by following my own impulses, by trial and error.

Why should I paint?

Perhaps because it gives me a temporary relief from the pain that often makes life almost unbearable.

Happiness is a lie. Sadness is a dungeon, a labyrinth of futile expectations.

I don’t paint to be happy, I don’t paint to be sad.

In art, I am looking for transcendence.

An exit from knowing.

Covering surfaces with a coat of paint can trigger the kind of satisfaction that is unlike anything else.

I would like to pour paint over everything.

Art is what cannot be found.

I am a black void of space.

Please let me have some colours and I will try to make a bright silence.