I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.

My own image of my work is that I no sooner settle into something than a break occurs. These breaks are always painful and depressing but despite them I see that there's a consistency that holds out, but is hard to define.

I am never free of the past. I have made it crystal clear that I believe the past is part of the present which becomes part of the future.

The key is what is within the artist. The artist can only paint what she or he is about.

As I say, I as an abstract artist was active politically.

All my work keeps going like a pendulum; it seems to swing back to something I was involved with earlier, or it moves between horizontality and verticality, circularlity, or a composite of them. For me, I suppose, that change is the only constant.

I like a canvas to breathe and be alive. Be alive is the point. And, as the limitations are something called pigment and canvas, let's see if I can do it.