What interests me is the sense of the darkness that we carry within us, the darkness that's akin to one of the principal subjects of the sublime - terror

I, in the end, make art for myself.

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

Work grows out of other work, and there are very few eureka moments

I used to empty the studio out and throw stuff away. I now don't. There will be a whole series of dead ends that a year or two down the line I'll come back to

The most important things that one's working on are not necessarily the most important things that one thinks one's working on.

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.