I've decided something: Commercial things really do stink. As soon as it becomes commercial for a mass market it really stinks.

When I look at things, I always see the space they occupy. I always want the space to reappear, to make a comeback, because it's lost space when there's something in it.

I broke something and realized I should break something once a week to remind me how fragile life is.

Everything will be art and nothing will be art, because everything, as I believe, already is.

My instinct about painting says, 'if you don't think about it, it's right.' As soon as you have to decide and choose, it's wrong. And the more you decide about, the more wrong it gets.

I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts

I've decided something: Commercial things really do stink. As soon as it becomes commercial for a mass market it really stinks.