I refuse to confide and don't like it when people write about art.
One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil.
Painting is a source of endless pleasure, but also of great anguish.
Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.
Painting what I experience, translating what I feel, is like a great liberation. But it is also work, self-examination, consciousness, criticism, struggle.