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

In my early work, I tried to hide my personality, my psychological state, my emotions. This was partly due to my feelings about myself and partly due to my feelings about painting at the time. I sort of stuck to my guns for a while but eventually it seemed like a losing battle. Finally one must simply drop the reserve.

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 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.

Art is either a complaint or appeasement.

When something is new to us, we treat it as an experience. We feel that our senses are awake and clear. We are alive.

I think a painting should include more experience than simply intended statement.