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

One night I dreamed that I painted a large American flag, and the next morning I got up and I went out and bought the materials to begin it.

Take an object. Do something to it. Do something else to it.

I never wish for critics.

I tend to like things that already exist.

In the place where I was a child, there were no artists and there was no art, so I really didn't know what that meant. I think I thought it meant that I would be in a situation different than the one that I was in.

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.