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.

To put down an ideogram of a table so that people will recognize it as a table is not the work of a painter, but to sense it for a moment as a magic carpet with a leg hanging down at each corner is the beginning of a painter's imagination.

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.

I think that the very earliest influence was a horror of having to work in a bank or an office, a desire for a free and creative life.

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.