What I Am Seeking... Is A Motionless

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

Art Class Was Like A Religious Ceremony To Me. I Would Wash My Hands Carefully Before Touching Paper Or Pencils. The Instruments Of Work Were Sacred Objects To Me.

What I Am Looking For... Is An Immobile Movement, Something Which Would Be The Equivalent Of What Is Called The Eloquence Of Silence, Or What St. John Of The Cross, I Think It Was, Described With The Term 'mute Music'.

A Simple Line Painted With The Brush Can Lead To Freedom And Happiness.

I Start From Something Considered Dead And Arrive At A World. And When I Put A Title On It, It Becomes Even More Alive.