Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We

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.

The Feeling We Experience While We Look At A Picture Is Not To Be Distinguished From The Picture Or From Ourselves. The Feeling, Picture, And Ourselves Are United In One Mystery.

An Object Is Not So Attached To Its Name That We Cannot Find Another One That Would Suit It Better.

The Mind Loves The Unknown. It Loves Images Whose Meaning Is Unknown, Since The Meaning Of The Mind Itself Is Unknown.

I Like Subversive Humor, Freckles, Women's Knees And Long Hair, The Laughter Of Playing Children, And A Girl Running Down The Street.