Faunos, Silenos, Silvanos, de los ríos y los bosques

We live in days when we may use the language of painting as we please. Dogmatisms are behind us. Now is Freedom, days of complete and total freedom — and curiously, no one demands of us or asks us to account. The history of painting is the walk through the works already made; it is our choice.

The obligation of a deduction will kill us. Painting lives in our sensible perception. Let us drink from our spring. Let us ask for the absolute — no less.