• Presence of Black
  • 1977
  • Oil on canvas
  • 179 x 126,5 cm

Today, in my studio, on opening a tube of violet, it fell onto the floor. It burst (I was working on two pictures on the floor), the cap flew off, made a line and ran onto the second picture – the trajectory made me see another line. This is most interesting for me, because for years I have been joining spaces which, although separate, come together due to some general force, and not in every picture. I’d even say it is like a mechanism of (lines or shapes) that multiply, that assist each other, the colour comes and goes, mingling like the clouds, like the waves mingle with the sand and fall back again, but there is always this energy.