I Have Few Illusions: The

My Painting Is Visible Images Which Conceal Nothing... They Evoke Mystery And Indeed When One Sees One Of My Pictures, One Asks Oneself This Simple Question 'what Does That Mean'? It Does Not Mean Anything, Because Mystery Means Nothing Either, It Is Unknowable.

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See. There Is An Interest In That Which Is Hidden And Which The Visible Does Not Show Us. This Interest Can Take The Form Of A Quite Intense Feeling, A Sort Of Conflict, One Might Say, Between The Visible That Is Hidden And The Visible That Is Present.

People Who Look For Symbolic Meaning Fail To Grasp The Inherent Poetry And Mystery Of The Images.

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

The Famous Pipe. How People Reproached Me For It! And Yet, Could You Stuff My Pipe? No, It's Just A Representation, Is It Not? So If I Had Written On My Picture “this Is A Pipe”, I'd Have Been Lying!