Throughout The Time In Which I Am

Painting Must Be Fertile. It Must Give Birth To A World.. ..it Must Fertilize The Imagination.

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

Poetry And Painting Are Done In The Same Way You Make Love; It's An Exchange Of Blood, A Total Embrace - Without Caution, Without Any Thought Of Protecting Yourself.

I Want To Assassinate Painting.

That Which Interests Me Above All Else Is The Calligraphy Of A Tree Or The Tiles Of A Roof, And I Mean Leaf By Leaf, Branch By Branch, Blade By Blade Of Grass.