I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.
Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.
Height, width, and depth are the three phenomena which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus to protect myself from the infinity of space.
The greatest mystery of all is reality.
My heart beats more for a raw, average vulgar art, which doesn’t live between sleepy fairy-tale moods and poetry but rather concedes a direct entrance to the fearful, commonplace, splendid and the average grotesque banality in life.
I believe the reason I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective.
Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.
Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome.
What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.
What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality. I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality. It may sound paradoxical, but it is in fact reality which forms the mystery of our existence.