Painting doesn't freeze time. It circulates and recycles time like a wheel that turns. Those who were first might well be last. Painting is a very slow art. It doesn't travel with the speed of light. That's why dead painters shine so bright.

At the moment my art is situated between the pornographic tendency to reveal everything and the erotic inclination to hide what it's all about.

I think I am probably a lot like my father.

I do think that I'm not good at making pretty things. It doesn't come so naturally for me.

I have always been interested in how you can depict suffering without being heavy-handed.

There are these painterly things that happen while I'm working.

There is no beauty, if it doesn't show some of the terribleness of life.