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.