I'm hoping to make a new thing for the world that remains in the mind like a new species of living thing.

It seems to me madness to wake up in the morning and do something other than paint, considering that one may not wake up the following morning.

In addition to the artistic influences, I am influenced by my current private life, my feelings about it and my energy level and state of health.

I destroy things every day in the act of working and often recall a picture I had considered finished in order to rework it.

Falsehood always punishes itself.

I'm hoping to make a new thing for the world that remains in the mind like a new species of living thing.

I go out each morning and draw. I can't really start a painting in the morning until I've done a drawing.