The painting has a life of its own

It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess. Otherwise there is pure harmony, an easy give and take, and the painting comes out well.

It doesn't matter how the paint is put on, as long as something is said.

The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.

When I am painting I have a general notion as to what I am about. I can control the flow of paint: there is no accident.

Most modern painters work from a different source. They work from within.

I hardly ever stretch the canvas before painting.