One wants one's work to be the world, but of course it's never the world. The work is in the world; it never contains the whole thing.

I assumed that everything would lead to complete failure, but I decided that didn't matter – that would be my life.

It's simple, you just take something and do something to it, and then do something else to it. Keep doing this, and pretty soon you've got something.

I am just trying to find a way to make pictures.

I often find that having an idea in my head prevents me from doing something else. Working is therefore a way of getting rid of an idea.

I’m interested in things which suggest the world rather than express the personality... The most conventional thing, the most ordinary - it seems to me that those things can be dealt with without having to judge them; they seem to me to exist as clear facts, not involving aesthetic hierarchy.

Make something, a kind of object, which as it changes or falls apart (dies as it were) or increases in its parts (grows as it were) offers no clue as to what its state or form or nature was at any previous time. Physical and Metaphysical. Obstinacy. Could this be a useful object?