The soul is a garden; the five senses are the gates and the intelligence is there to open them. My project as a creator is in this garden. To reveal, to release what the "garden" wants to say, my "will" and my "knowledge" are suspended and I let myself be questioned by painting. I garden using nature, my own nature and chaos as elements and materials; cultures, styles are fertilizers. Nowise the craftsman of a precise form or of a fashionable concept, I act gratuitously, without any real utility
