... de jongen soo verbaast gaauw tegen de stijlte weer op liep, schreeuwende luijtkeels de schuijt vergaat og was ik bij mijn moeder op het landt, van hem een openhartige confessie, door hem geroepen en van andere meer als duijsentmalen gedagt, maar ...
Dissents speak to a future age.
Space is the breath of art.
An empty canvas is full.
I want to die painting.
A negative is never finished.
The longeswt love, is the love that cant be!
Everybody draws when they are little.
I am not an easel-kisser.
Computers are to design as microwaves are to cooking.
The primary factor is proportions.
There is a shadow on every page.
I happen to believe that there is an afterlife.
There is no self-portrait of me.
There are no rules. That is how art is born.
The painting has a life of its own
Love is friendship set to music.
Enjoyment of the landscape is a thrill.
Tragedy is a literary concept.
I live wherever I happen to be.
I invent nothing, I rediscover.
