Throughout The Time In Which

The Picture Should Be Fecund. It Must Bring A World To Birth.

If You Have Any Notion Of Where You Are Going, You Will Never Get Anywhere.

What I Am Looking For... Is An Immobile Movement, Something Which Would Be The Equivalent Of What Is Called The Eloquence Of Silence, Or What St. John Of The Cross, I Think It Was, Described With The Term 'mute Music'.

Throughout The Time In Which I Am Working On A Canvas I Can Feel How I Am Beginning To Love It, With That Love Which Is Born Of Slow Comprehension.

The Works Must Be Conceived With Fire In The Soul But Executed With Clinical Coolness.