(...) “More than the poor elegy of comfortably symbolic coincidences, the artist is obsessed with discovering in his work what will lead him to that hypothetical total place, where beyond the relativity of evidence he believes he can finally witness the consecration of an essential meaning. To achieve this, everything will be used, everything will be given to him to manipulate, he will aspire, perhaps without knowing it, to a vampirism that will exhaust everything he touches. Maybe none of this will be as it's been said, but there's no doubt that restlessness will always speak of the artist's work.”