My painting does not come from the easel.

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

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

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.

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

It doesn't make much difference how the paint is put on as long as something has been said. Technique is just a means of arriving at a statement.

When I'm painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing. It's only after a get acquainted period that I see what I've been about. I've no fears about making changes for the painting has a life of its own.