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.

It seems to me that the modern painter cannot express this age, the airplane, the atom bomb, the radio, in the old forms of the Renaissance or of any other past culture. Each age find its own technique.

On the floor I am more at ease.

Something in me knows where I’m going, and - well, painting is a state of being. ... Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.

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

He drove his kind of realism at me so hard I bounced right into nonobjective painting.

The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.