Every painting starts with a layer of red. I always start with red and never from a white canvas. I imprint the canvas with the substance I am made of. The red is me. It is like a memory I have to keep. For a long time I have felt that red is the colour that painting is made of. For a sculptor the colour of clay is grey or that of marble is white. For years I only worked with red, without wanting it to be the only colour. Then I went inside, and the deeper I went the more I became aware of the varieties. I found red-blue, red-yellow, red-red, orange, red-carmine, etc. This is where I got the impression that things – colours – can never be repeated. And in those similarities I got used to listening to the subtlest differences.

(Written in 2016)