Painting is like playing God. A form of creation that defies logical justification. However, the greatest similarity lies not in creating, but in the power of annihilation. Nothing gives such a sense of strength as the ability to destroy a work deemed ‘unworthy.’
Every painting undergoes a verification. Are you good enough to exist? For the past few years, 90% of my works have failed this exam. With time, however, I find myself keeping more and more canvases.
The biggest problem comes from the ‘in-between’ paintings—those not good enough for me to want to keep, yet containing some element, some breakthrough. Something that gives them value, at least a sentimental one. Sometimes, only a tiny fragment of a large painting is good, while the rest is not. Then the dilemma remains: reclaim the canvas and lose that scrap? Or keep the scrap and allow for a waste of material?
Waste is the only thing that truly irritates me. Therefore, I avoid it whenever I can.
The attached painting of the monstera no longer exists. It wasn’t good enough.
Meditations on a Monstera Plant, 130x80cm, oil on canvas, 2026