The thing about living in New York is that there are other artists; that is the most difficult, I think they are the hardest critics.

I don't think the meaning in my paintings comes from just using broken dishes.

There are generations of people who have never seen a big plate painting in person. And they don't know what the hell they look like, they don't know what it feels like to stand in a room with them.

Can I find a poetic that can be subversive enough to grab people in some subliminal way, to where they feel that they are altered and have had an experience that belonged to them?

You seem to make different concessions with yourself about what you want to focus on or not, and what you want to pay attention to.

Making a painting is like playing the saxophone. You hit the note and it comes out.

I think, basically, I'm an abstract artist. I just think that that's not even an issue. I think everything's abstract.