I slowly dismantled the act of painting, to consider the possibility that no-thing ever really transcends its immediate environment.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
See, when I paint, it is an experience that, at its best, is transcending reality.
Painting will have to deal more fully and less obliquely with life and nature's phenomena before it can again become great.
Painting is, I think, inevitably an archaic activity and one that depends on spiritual values.
Painting... in which the inner and the outer man are inseparable, transcends technique, transcends subject and moves into the realm of the inevitable.
Painting is a very difficult thing. It absorbs the whole man, body and soul, thus have I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.
As a painter, it seemed easier to sort of disappear.
My paintings are not about what is seen. They are about what is known forever in the mind.
Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.
Painting is not for me either decorative amusement, or the plastic invention of felt reality; it must be every time: invention, discovery, revelation.
Painting, for me, is a dynamic balance and wholeness of life; it is mysterious and transcending, yet solid and real.