My paint is like a rocket, which describes its own space. I try to make the impossible possible. What is happening I cannot foresee, it is a surprise. Painting, like passion, is an emotion full of truth and rings a living sound, like the roar coming from the lion's breast.


'Karel Appel, excerpt', c. 1953


My paint is like a rocket, which describes its own space. I try to make the impossible possible. What is happening I cannot foresee, it is a...

My paint is like a rocket, which describes its own space. I try to make the impossible possible. What is happening I cannot foresee, it is a...

My paint is like a rocket, which describes its own space. I try to make the impossible possible. What is happening I cannot foresee, it is a...

My paint is like a rocket, which describes its own space. I try to make the impossible possible. What is happening I cannot foresee, it is a...