01

In the space between thought and color,
where language fails, the image arrives.

02

The canvas breathes before the brush touches down.
Silence has its own weight.

03

I learned to listen to the blank page.
It speaks louder than any word.

04

Must the artist consume himself in order to create ?
Must he poison himself with substances to numb the torment of the soul ?

Perhaps his own drug are his feelings that keep him on the verge of sanity

What's really the artist’s greatest fear of all ?
Is it ultimately living healed and balanced ?

or is this just the beginning of the fall ?

Perhaps being submerged by his own essence
to drink his own poison
to die by the hand of his own creation

What's really the artist’s greatest fear of all ?
Perhaps to finally bury his suffering self and end the grieving ?

or is this just the beginning of the fall ?

What's really the artist’s greatest fear of all ?
Perhaps to lose his senses of self
and
not find it in his art ?
or is this just the beginning of the fall ?

What's really the artist’s greatest fear of all ?
Perhaps to lose his human self
or on the contrary, to lose his detached senses of self ?
or is this just the beginning of the fall ?

to be invisible or to be seen ?
to be invisible or to be seen.

- La folie artistique

05

There is a color for every thought I cannot say.
You will recognize it when you see it.

06

The gesture is everything.
The line remembers what the hand meant.

07

What remains after the first impulse fades
is the only truth the work contains.

08

In the material, there is memory.
In the silence, there is form.

09

The marks keep their own logic.
I am only the instrument.

10

To paint is to ask questions the image knows.
The answer arrives in texture.

11

Every work is a conversation with restraint.
What you do not say is what remains.