Visible things can be invisible. However, our powers of thought grasp both the visible and the invisible – and I make use of painting to render thoughts visible.
Appearance is the most public part of the self. It is our sacrament, the visible self that the world assumes to be a mirror of the invisible, inner self.
What is important to me in my work is the identity that is hidden behind so-called reality. I search for a bridge from the given present tot the invisible, rather as a famous cabalist once said, 'If you wish to grasp the invisible, penetrate as deeply as possible into the visible'.
What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality. I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality. It may sound paradoxical, but it is in fact reality which forms the mystery of our existence.
The visible is always a mirror of the invisible. The reality is imagined before it manifests itself.
I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.
Mime makes the invisible, visible and the visible, invisible.
The highest, the only reality, is ever at hand, but for the most part invisible. Genius makes it visible.
I am the visible part of the invisible Christ. He is the invisible part of the visible me.
Christ is the sacrament of the invisible God - a sacrament that indicates presence. God is with us.
We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.
Vessels expose the invisible Zeitgeist, the visible formed by the invisible.
Nature is a light, and by looking at Nature in her own light we will understand her. Visible Nature may be seen in her visible light; invisible Nature may become visible if we acquire the power to perceive her invisible light.
I do believe that everything we see, everything that is in front of us is just the visible part of reality. We have the invisible part of reality, like emotions for example, like feelings. This is our perception of the world, but God is-as William Blake said-in a grain of sand and in a flower. This energy is everywhere.
The Most Blessed Sacrament is Christ made visible. The poor sick person is Christ again made visible.
Uncharged with invisible meaning, the visible is nothing, mere clay; and without visible circumstance, a territory, to connect to, our spirit is shapeless, nameless, and undefined.