Early on I was very involved with the notion of the painting as an object and tended to attack that idea from different directions.

A picture ought to be looked at the same way you look at a radiator.

To be an artist you have to give up everything, including the desire to be a good artist.

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?

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

I tend to like things that already exist.

Art is either a complaint or appeasement.