I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.
~ Joan Miró
What I will no longer accept is the mediocre life of a modest little gentleman.
The works must be conceived with fire in the soul but executed with clinical coolness.
The painting rises from the brushstrokes as a poem rises from the words. The meaning comes later.
What I am looking for... is an immobile movement, something which would be the equivalent of what is called the eloquence of silence, or what St. John of the Cross, I think it was, described with the term 'mute music'.
