It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don't care.
That inspiration comes, does not depend on me. The only thing I can do is make sure it catches me working.
Everyone wants to understand art. Why don't we try to understand the song of a bird? Why do we love the night, the flowers, everything around us, without trying to understand them? But in the case of a painting, people think they have to understand.
If I could say this I wouldn't have to paint.
I don't develop; I am.
Art is lies that tell the truth.