There is something automatic, something
unconscious about the inception of new work. An image floats in an undefined
world, is hunted and captured, and then put on the canvas. After that comes the
disengagement. There is a need to rest, to leave the work be, and then see if
it seeks anything further. The canvas is now its home, its world, where it
lives. I start feeling for its needs, trying to have a non verbal dialogue, as
I paint its encompassing world.
