I want to make portraits and images. I don't know how. Out of despair, I just use paint anyway. Suddenly the things you make coagulate and take on just the shape you intend. Totally accurate marks, which are outside representational marks.
Praise is the reflection of virtue.
The ill and unfit choice of words wonderfully obstructs the understanding.
A much talking judge is an ill-tuned cymbal.
Never any knowledge was delivered in the same order it was invented.
You could say that I have no inspiration, that I only need to paint.