I Want To Assassinate Painting.

The Works Must Be Conceived With Fire In The Soul But Executed With Clinical Coolness.

What I Will No Longer Accept Is The Mediocre Life Of A Modest Little Gentleman.

The Painting Rises From The Brushstrokes As A Poem Rises From The Words. The Meaning Comes Later.

My Way Is To Seize An Image The Moment It Has Formed In My Mind, To Trap It As A Bird And To Pin It At Once To Canvas. Afterward I Start To Tame It, To Master It. I Bring It Under Control And I Develop It.

I Want To Assassinate Painting.