Ocupation: Painter
Life: April 25, 1921 - May 3, 2006
Birthday: April 25
Death: May 3
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. To paint is to destroy what preceded. I never try to make a painting, but a chunk of life. It is a scream; it is a night; it is like a child; it is a tiger behind bars.
source: "Karel Appel's excerpt", c. 1953.
topic: Children, Passion, Night, Chunks