“I cannot describe this movement. I do not know him. I am not the one who paints. I am, with my natural pigments, my brushes, my mulberry paper, the takchi or this geotextile that I use, crossed by the light. Like them, I am crossed by the light which propagates, which flows or which rises. I make the gestures of the painter but something paints for me. Is it nature ... the divine ... thought, the contemplation of light that gives me life and gives life to painting ...? »

- Bang Hai Ja