I continue to get further away from the usual painter's tools such as easel, palette, brushes, etc. I prefer sticks, trowels, knives and dripping fluid paint or a heavy impasto with sand, broken glass or other foreign matter added.

On the floor I am more at ease.

How do you know when you're finished making love?

I can control the flow of paint: there is no accident.

My paintings do not have a center, but depend on the same amount of interest throughout.

My concern is with the rhythms of nature I work inside out, like nature.

Bums are the well-to-do of this day. They didn't have as far to fall.