With watercolour, you can pick up the atmosphere, the temperature, the sound of snow shifting through the trees or over the ice of a small pond or against a windowpane. Watercolour perfectly expresses the free side of my nature.

If somehow I can, before I leave this earth, combine my absolutely mad freedom and excitement with truth, then I will have done something.

If you clean it up, get analytical, all the subtle joy and emotion you felt in the first place goes flying out the window.

If it [talent] isn’t strong enough to take the gaff of real training, then it’s not worth much.

To be interested solely in technique would be a very superficial thing to me. If I have an emotion, before I die, that's deeper than any emotion that I've ever had, then I will paint a more powerful picture that will have nothing to do with just technique, but will go beyond it.

It's a moment that I'm after, a fleeting moment, but not a frozen moment.

I don't think that there is anything that is really magical unless it has a terrifying quality.