I painted myself out of my painting.

So now, how did God produce this world?... The fable is that he breathed upon us. In his breath, his wind, came moisture and things began to grow... a message of hope. Nothing physical. How do you intend for your breath to become a work of art? The only way I can see it is that you prevent your breath from becoming a structure. As soon as your breath takes on the form of a room, you are a carpenter; you're not God.

The religions never wanted an art where you paint only what you see.

Each of us has a universal within us. There's always that making of parts - but it doesn't touch the universal within you.

Pulling yourself up again is the most important part of your life. Getting out of the bottom that you put everything into - yourself!

There are people who can't stand the pain. What happens is they begin to develop some kind of technique to keep out of that hole. Once they do that, they're finished. They never go any further. They're done.

As soon as you set yourself up in the position of transferring paint from one place to another, your whole culture invades you. It tells you all about the history of art.