I am not strong on perfection.

In my early work, I tried to hide my personality, my psychological state, my emotions. This was partly due to my feelings about myself and partly due to my feelings about painting at the time. I sort of stuck to my guns for a while but eventually it seemed like a losing battle. Finally one must simply drop the reserve.

I have meant what I have done. Or I have often meant what I have done. Or I have sometimes meant what I have done. Or I have tried to mean what I was doing.

Generally, I am opposed to painting which is concerned with conceptions of simplicity. Everything looks busy to me.

Cubism is an anatomical chart of a way of seeing external objects. But I want to confuse the meaning of the act of looking.

One likes to think that one anticipates changes in the spaces we inhabit, and our ideas about space.

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.