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.

I don't want my work to be an exposure of my feelings.

Merce is my favorite artist in any field.

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 tend to like things that already exist.

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

Early on I was very involved with the notion of the painting as an object and tended to attack that idea from different directions.