Too Often We Tend To Reduce What

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See. There Is An Interest In That Which Is Hidden And Which The Visible Does Not Show Us. This Interest Can Take The Form Of A Quite Intense Feeling, A Sort Of Conflict, One Might Say, Between The Visible That Is Hidden And The Visible That Is Present.

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.

An Object Never Serves The Same Function As Its Image - Or Its Name.

Painting Bores Me Like Everything Else. Unfortunately, Painting Is One Of The Activities - It Is Bound Up In The Series Of Activities - That Seems To Change Almost Nothing In Life, The Same Habits Are Always Recurring.

If The Dream Is A Translation Of Waking Life, Waking Life Is Also A Translation Of The Dream.