painting has its own life, tells its own story. I begin to paint with a
definite idea and a clear picture in my mind; though, brushes and colours lead
my hand in a different way, showing me other paths…
Before opening my mouth – above all when I am
tired – I already know I am going to use the wrong article in French, the wrong
case in German, the wrong verb in Spanish and the wrong preposition in English…
That is why I love painting. I let colours speak through me and play with me. No
mistakes. A total liberation.