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

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

I don't know how to organise thoughts. I don't know how to have thoughts.

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 works without thinking how to work.

To me, self-description is a calamity.

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.