I listed to Tchaikovsky. He is both kitsch and profound. I love that lack of "Good taste."

I hate roses. Don't you? It's all right if you can hide them in a cutting garden, but I think a rose garden is the height of ick.

When I work, I work very fast, but preparing to work can take any length of time.

And we who have always thought of happiness climbing, would feel the emotion that almost startles when happiness falls.

I listed to Tchaikovsky. He is both kitsch and profound. I love that lack of "Good taste."

It's instinctive in a certain kind of painting...It's like a nervous system. It's not described, it's happening. The feeling is going on with the task. The line is the feeling, from a soft thing, a dreamy thing, to something hard, something arid, something lonely, something ending, something beginning.

Every line is the actual experience with its own unique story.