I want the shuffles and echoes, and a certain mysteriousness... It's so bloody hard to paint.
Everything... has to be resolved through rhythms. You're constantly massaging each form, trying to get it home, pushing further and further until these all coalesce into a marvellous kind of rhythm that reveals the life of the painting.
The artist's role is to invent rhythms and forms to reveal a deeper apprehension of reality for the viewer.