Occupation: Painter Birth: April 25, 1921 Death: May 3, 2006
I don't paint, I hit..
My paint is like a rocket, which describes its own space. I try to make the impossible possible. What is happening I cannot foresee, it is a surprise….
When I was young I once found a book in a Dutch translation, 'The leaves of Grass'. It was the first time a book touched me by its feeling of freedom….
The duty of the artist is not to be calculating in any sense, so that he may be free himself of human emotions while carried by the universal forces ….
Every day I have to be awake to escape.. ..The whole world is sleepy. It is a real fight to be awake, to see everything new, for the first time in yo….
I'm not a pessimist. Maybe I don't have a primitive feeling of happiness, that is true. Sometimes my color is happy but not the expression..
Through play, we renew contact with childhood – My art is childlike..
If I paint like a barbarian, it's because we live in a barbarous age.
You have to learn it all, then forget it and start again like a child. This is the inner evolution..
As an artist you have to fight and survive the wilderness to keep your creative freedom. Creativity is very fragile..
My brush-strokes start in nothing and they end in nothing, and in-between you find the image..