The essence of a painting is an oscillation. Painting is neither a prescription nor an expression. Or is it just a hint of an operation of the world showing that it does not present itself as an object at all? Painting carries only borrowed elements, it resembles them but is always another. Leaping into this painting's oscillation means to me to reach a momentary presence in which I am condensed in a precise and spatial moment as withdrawn from the surface to be seen.
