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

I moved to Holland because I wanted to see American art.

I never learned to ride a bicycle, and it is too late now. I never learned to drive. I never learned to swim.

What a funny thing painting is. The abstract painters always insist on their connection with the visible reality, while the so called figurative artists insist that what they really care about, is the abstract qualities of life.

When Black and White are colors and not races, people will still fall in love and discriminate between partners and feel sad and bad and need art that breaks your heart and takes you to those places where pain becomes beauty.

No painting can exist without the tension of what it figures and what it concretely consists of. The pleasure of what it could mean and the pain of what it's not.

My best works are erotic displays of mental confusions.. with intrusions of irrelevant information.