I've explored a variety of directions and themes over the years. But I think in my painting you can see the signature of one artist, the work of one wrist.

I had the landscape in my arms as I painted it. I had the landscape in my mind and shoulder and wrist.

Every so often every artist feels, 'I'll never paint again. The muse has gone out the window.' In 1985, I hardly painted at all for three months, and it was agonizing. I looked at reproductions. I stared at Matisse. I stared at the Old Masters. I stared at the Quattrocento. And I thought to myself - Don't push it! If you try too hard to get at something, you almost push it away.

I'd rather risk an ugly surprise than rely on things I know I can do.

I've explored a variety of directions and themes over the years. But I think in my painting you can see the signature of one artist, the work of one wrist.

In relations with people, as in art, if you always stick to style, manners, and what will work, and you're never caught off guard, then some beautiful experiences never happen.

The question of sex will take care of itself.