…Drawing is an autonomous art. What can be drawn, cannot be painted. *** Nature too draws: on stones, on the earth and skies, on forests and mountains, on birds and beasts, on the face of man, pointing always to the secret of existence. *** The black line has color too, if it passes through the...

Which is my world…? ​ As a man and a painter today I live a drama, which I believe is a drama well known, hinted and lived through in some other spaces and some other times. My world may not be of this world, of today, but it seems to me that it communicates with...