Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.
If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.
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.
Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.
The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.
The present reeks of mediocrity and the atom bomb.
We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world
우리가 보는 모든 사물은 무엇인가를 가리고 있다. 우리는 항상 가려진 것을 보길 원한다.
인생은 나에게 무엇인가 하라는 의무를 준다. 그래서 난 미술을 한다.