For Me Painting Is A

You See These Thick Curtains Shut Out The Daylight: Artificial Light Suits Me A Great Deal Better; It's Absolutely Steady, And Much More Exciting.

One Starts To Get Young At The Age Of Sixty And Then It Is Too Late.

If I Don't Have Red, I Use Blue.

I've Reached The Moment Where The Movement Of My Thought Interests Me More Than The Thought Itself.

In Art Intentions Are Not Sufficient And, As We Say In Spanish, Love Must Be Proved By Deeds And Not By Reasons. What One Does Is What Counts And Not What One Had The Intention Of Doing.