I am not strong on perfection.

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

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

There may or may not be an idea, and the meaning may just be that the painting exists.

I love drawings, so I've always enjoyed making drawings that exist on their own.

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.

I never wish for critics.