My Paintings Are Wiser Than

Since There Is No Such Thing As Absolute Rightness And Truth, We Always Pursue The Artificial, Leading, Human Truth. We Judge And Make A Truth That Excludes Other Truths. Art Plays A Formative Part In This Manufacture Of Truth.

Illusion - Or Rather Appearance, Semblance - Is The Theme Of My Life (could Be Theme Of Speech Welcoming Freshmen To The Academy). All That Is, Seems, And Is Visible To Us Because We Perceive It By The Reflected Light Of Semblance. Nothing Else Is Visible.

Only About One Per Cent Of My Paintings Show Family Members. Do They Help Me Deal With Problems? It's Likely That These Problems Can Only Be Depicted. But Photographs, Private Ones And Others, Keep Appearing That Fascinate Me So Much That I Want To Paint Them. And Sometimes The Real Meaning These Images Have For Me Only Becomes Apparent Later.

The Atlas Belongs To The Lenbachhaus In Munich - It's Long Since Ceased To Belong To Me. Occasionally I Run Across It Somewhere, And I Think It's Interesting Because It Looks Different Each Time.

I Do Not Mistrust Reality, Of Which I Know Next To Nothing, But I Am Suspicious Regarding The Image Of Reality Which Our Senses Convey To Us, And Which Is Incomplete And Limited. Our Eyes Have Developed Such As To Survive. It Is Merely Coincidence That We Can See Stars With Them, As Well.