The thing is, if you believe in the unconscious - and I do - there's room for all kinds of possibilities that I don't know how you prove one way or another.

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.

As one gets older one sees many more paths that could be taken. Artists sense within their own work that kind of swelling of possibilities, which may seem a freedom or a confusion.

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

Art is either a complaint or appeasement.

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 decided that if my work contained what I could identify as a likeness to other work, I would remove it.