There was very little art in my childhood. I was raised in South Carolina; I wasn't aware of any art in South Carolina. There was a minor museum in Charleston, which had nothing of interest in it. It showed local artists, paintings of birds.

It's simple, you just take something and do something to it, and then do something else to it. Keep doing this, and pretty soon you've got something.

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

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?

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.

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

I assumed that everything would lead to complete failure, but I decided that didn't matter – that would be my life.