Passion lies between one mark and the next, and also within all of them.
I'm very envious of the few artists who are any good and still do portraits.
My friends tend to be writers. I think writers and painters are really all the same-we just sit in our rooms.
I think words come between the spectator and the picture.
A painting is finished when the subject comes back, when what has caused the painting to be made comes back as an object.
Eventually, a collection ceases to be a personal indulgence and assumes its own identity. In fact, it becomes a thing in its own right - rather like Frankenstein's monster.