If The Dream Is A Translation Of

Visible Things Can Be Invisible. However, Our Powers Of Thought Grasp Both The Visible And The Invisible – And I Make Use Of Painting To Render Thoughts Visible.

A Truly Poetic Canvas Is An Awakened Dream.

Only Thought Can Resemble. It Resembles By Being What It Sees, Hears, Or Knows; It Becomes What The World Offers It.

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See, But It Is Impossible. Humans Hide Their Secrets Too Well.

I Like Subversive Humor, Freckles, Women's Knees And Long Hair, The Laughter Of Playing Children, And A Girl Running Down The Street.