I want to assassinate painting.
The more I work, the more I want to work.
The simplest things give me ideas.
I begin painting and as I paint the picture begins to assert itself, or suggest itself, under my brush. The form becomes a sign for a woman or a bird as I work... The first stage is free, unconscious... the second stage is carefully calculated.
I make no distinction between poetry and painting.
What I will no longer accept is the mediocre life of a modest little gentleman.