I see paintings everywhere. I look at stuff and it looks like painting to me.

You can't have a good bullfight without a good bull.

It's a great excuse and luxury, having a job and blaming it for your inability to do your own art. When you don't have to work, you are left with the horror of facing your own lack of imagination and your own emptiness. A devastating possibility when finally time is your own.

I think it was so unfair that people attacked Freida Pinto for being an Indian, playing a Palestinian.

It doesn't matter what I think I am, it matters what I do.

My compulsion is to create things.

I want the paintings to take me or the viewer out somewhere else.