For me painting is a dramatic action in the course of which reality finds itself split apart
Age only matters when one is aging. Now that I have arrived at a great age, I might as well be twenty.
The genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima.
What one does is what counts. Not what one had the intention of doing.
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.
If one knows exactly what is going to be done, why do it?