I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.
The simplest things give me ideas.
The works must be conceived with fire in the soul but executed with clinical coolness.
The painting rises from the brushstrokes as a poem rises from the words. The meaning comes later.
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...