My paintings are a blessing. I feel outright fortunate to have painted them over more than two decades. Sitting among them, I am truly at home. And I feel connected to my precursors over thousands of generations. At the same time, thousands of generations of my successors are also within my sight. If there is painting worthy of the new millennium, it is definitely my own. It points both backwards and forwards. Prehistory and posthistory united for the first time. And on top of the Motovun hill, of all magical places.