Forcing yourself to use restricted means is the sort of restraint that liberates invention. It obliges you to make a kind of progress that you can't even imagine in advance.

I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.

I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.

The older you get the stronger the wind gets - and it's always in your face.

Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.

When I am finished painting, I paint again for relaxation.

It is personality with a penny's worth of talent. Error which chances to rise above the commonplace.