The image seems to be something that lies already formed deep in the unconscious memory, hidden but with shape and form, out of reach. Although I cannot consciously know these images, dreams or their nature their presence is real and demands expression through painting. The imposition of my will on this would destroy the magic that is imagination and golden and cannot be thought up. I have to follow and surrender to this force, unconscious will, that comes from inside. It is richer than anything else. The image is thus born in freedom.