"I feel that painting is mainly a matter of love of the trade. An office not always pleasant, but always seductive. You have to work like a carpenter who arms the chair well, like a lonely and stubborn gardener who takes care of the plants; sleep with the theme, return to the fabric, to the stain and to the color. Indefinite and tiresome, fickle and absurd, irritating and mysterious work that when lost you must find again. We must insist always; It is an obsessive problem that must be solved.
You must always know how to distinguish the subtle line that divides craft from art, both can become tedious, dead at birth, lacking authenticity, repetitive or vulgar. Nevertheless, either of the two can yield the original fruit, rotund and enriching, the generator of new realities. You have to know how to identify it, pursue and capture it, like a hawk traps its prey in full flight, with movement and life; and express it on the canvas in such a way that passersby will stop and stare.” with life; leave it like this on the cloth, and make them stop to look at it. "
On the art of painting. August, 1991