Painting is a language which cannot be replaced by another language. I don't know what to say about what I paint, really.

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

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.

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

Painting is a source of endless pleasure, but also of great anguish.

Painting is a language which cannot be replaced by another language. I don't know what to say about what I paint, really.

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.