When I paint, the colours mix themselves and I just wait impatiently to hear their story. They have a life of their own and I have no choice but to do what they want me to do. When I paint, I'm neither in the present, nor in the past or the future. I forget what "myself" means. I feel a torrent flowing through me and I act, observe and follow. I live in the painting, yet I see it from both outside and inside.