Painting lives only through the slide towards the unknown in oneself.
My pictures are also an annihilation.
I am a watered down being.
I am on the side of weakness.
The artist has no role. He is absent.
Painting doesn’t interest me.
I paint the impossibility of painting.
What I paint is beyond painting.
Spurious posts a selection of lines spoken by Bram van Velde (1895-1981) taken from this remarkable and genuinely sad book.
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