I don't want to have anything to say, it just gets in the way. I think the journey of an artist is a journey of discovery and some engagements with paint, with the nature of material, with bodily things...One wants to open the story, not close it.

It is important that artists are not outside the equation, we don't stand on the sidelines. Artists are part of the story of a response, we cannot stand aside and let others make the response.

Red, of course, is the colour of the interior of our bodies. In a way it's inside out, red.

It's precisely in those moments when I don't know what to do, boredom drives one to try a host of possibilities to either get somewhere or not get anywhere.

There's something imminent in the work, but the circle is only completed by the viewer.

Content arises out of certain considerations about form, material, context-and that when that subject matter is sufficiently far away.

If you get a bad review, you take that in your stride.