None of my abstract works have a title, only a number. You may wonder why. They don’t represent anything that would consciously evoke anything in me, neither feeling, nor emotion, nor idea. But they arise from the depths of my mind and are placed there like pure images. When I work on a project, there is no gushing forth, I strive little by little to reconstruct what I have in my head, so that there is the best possible correspondence between the image in me and the image produced. I modify the project many times until I recognize this image. I know when I arrive at the most faithful representation, I recognize it. I have thousands of such images in me, and from time to time I grab one and I don’t let go, I pull it out from the depths of myself, precisely where there is no longer self, but something that belongs to all beings. You will never see or hear me explain one of my paintings. I leave that to all those in whom my art provokes something, I leave this to all those in whom my art provokes something, perhaps traveling in reverse the same path as me. Once the project is decided, comes the ceremony of painting. I am always very reverent when I paint. I don’t know, perhaps we touch on the sacred, that the depths require seriousness and heart when we touch them, like a kind of meditation.