Art Is Lies That Tell The Truth.

For A Long Time I Limited Myself To One Colour - As A Form Of Discipline.

Why Do Two Colors, Put One Next To The Other, Sing?

Style Is Besides The Point. Nobody Would Pay Attention If One Always Said The Same Thing, In The Same Words And The Same Tone Of Voice.

If It's Good, It's Mine. If It's Bad, It's A Fake.

Painting Isn't An Aesthetic Operation; It's A Form Of Magic Designed As Mediator Between This Strange Hostile World And Us.