Falsehood always punishes itself.

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.

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

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.

Falsehood always punishes itself.

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.