The fine art of painting, which is the bastard of alchemy, always has been always will be, a game. The rules of the game are quite simple: in a given arena, on as many psychic fronts as the talent allows, one must visually describe, the centre of the meaning of existence.
Drawing is the art of being able to leave an accurate record of the experience of what one isn’t, of what one doesn’t know. A great drawer is either confirming beautifully what is commonplace or probing authoritatively the unknown.
Everyone reaches a point in their life where they must either change or cease.
When I’m not fidgeting with infinity, I’m just fidgeting.
Art should astonish, transmute, transfix. One must work at the tissue between truth and paranoia.
I am interested in beauty which can best be described as being on time for the appointment.
The most fundamental reason one paints is in order to see.
Art is the thrilling spark that beats death – that's all.