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....

Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist

What he imagines evokes nothing imaginary, it evokes the reality of the world that experience and reason treat in a confused manner.

Between words and objects one can create new relations and specify characteristics of language and objects generally ignored in everyday life.

Everyday objects shriek aloud.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.

Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.

The purpose of art is mystery.