More than a process, painting is being possessed.

In my experience a painting is not made with colors and paint at all. I don't know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint?

Look at any inspired painting. It's like a gong sounding; it puts you in a state of reverberation.

If the artist starts evaluating himself, it’s an enormous block, isn’t it?

Frustration is one of the great things in art. Satisfaction is nothing.

I go to the studio everyday because one day I may go and the Angel will be there. What if I don't go and the Angel comes?

There's some mysterious process at work here, which I don't even want to understand.