And I too have wanted to be. Indeed I have never wanted anything else; that's what lay at the bottom of my life behind all these attempts which seemed unconnected, I find the same desire to drive existence out of me, to empty the moments of their fat, to wring them, to dry them, to purify myself, to harden myself, to produce in short the sharp, precise sound of a saxophone note.

Oil on canvas
167 x 66cm
2005

I dreamed vaguely of killing myself, to destroy at least one of these superfluous existences.

Oil on canvas
107 x 82cm
2005

Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart I know that is unique, irreplaceable - and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.
And the story goes on in reverse: the moments have stopped piling up on one another in a happy-go-lucky manner, they are caught by the end of the story which attracts them and each of them in turn attracts the preceding moment.
You might as well try to catch time by the tail.

Oil on canvas
132 x 214cm
2006

I am like a man who is completely frozen after a journey through the snow and who suddenly comes into a warm room.

Oil on canvas
116 x 76cm
2004

I am more or less in the centre 2

Oil on canvas
160 x 190cm
2006