My language is what I use, and if I lost that, I wouldnt be able to say anything.

I think words come between the spectator and the picture.

You keep on balancing and balancing and balancing until the picture wins, because then the subject's turned into the picture.

Passion lies between one mark and the next, and also within all of them.

In the United States there has been a kind of a structure in the Modern art world. The New York School was nearly a coherent thing-for a minute.

I find old copies of National Gallery catalogues, which are written in the dryest possible prose, infinitely soothing.

My language is what I use, and if I lost that, I wouldnt be able to say anything.