The aesthetic machine works and produces so much. If anything is added, it will inevitably change in kind and will acquire a different form. Everything has become standardised. Forms, light, half-tones, shadows. At bottom is a linear-geometric composition that continually recalls the mathematician's protractor.
Every form is set within and derives from the preceding ones.
It is Aristotelian logic, an unforgettable algebraic equation. The artist does not exist. He is assimilated in the portrayal of an entity that absorbs him and comprehensively annihilates him. The supernatural beings that he paints have the completeness and lustre of steel. Their stances are frontal and hierarchical, their faces have a rudimentary expression, severe and sometimes almost grim.