Intention involves such a small fragment of our consciousness and of our mind and of our life.

Old art offers just as good a criticism of new art as new art offers of old.

I tend to like things that already exist.

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'm not looking for images, They just appear and take on an interest. Sometimes you look at a thing and it has no interest and then you see it in a different way and it has another meaning. Or something that was of no use will become useful.

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.

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