An artist tumbles through a labyrinth of experiential realities and profound feelings. The most beautiful feeling is that of escaping the tyranny of reality and being free from the ties of objectivity. The wide range of my early works shows my anxious pursuit of myself in my art. My inner restlessness and my fantasy could not be fully expressed in one style. I was a revolutionary, irascible and uncontrolled, constantly experimenting and searching for the true expression of my inner voice. By 1974, I finally found my clearly unmistakable trademark, my unambiguous style. I needed the last...