The craft of painting has virtually disappeared. There is hardly anyone left who really possesses it. For evidence one has only to look at the painters of this century.

Painting what I experience, translating what I feel, is a great liberation. But it is also work, self-examination, consciousness, criticism, struggle.

The craft of painting has virtually disappeared. There is hardly anyone left who really possesses it. For evidence one has only to look at the painters of this century.

If you speak of beauty, you are at once suspected of...kitsch.

I will always find even the worst paintings that attempt some kind of representation better than the best invented paintings.

I had only planned to strike the gong violently in order to somehow shake people up and make them more aware. I think I succeeded.

Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.