Probably the most potent desire for a painter, an image-maker, is to see it. To see what the mind can think and imagine, to realize it for oneself, through oneself, as concretely as possible.

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

I am a night painter, so when I come into the studio the next morning the delirium is over.

More than a process, painting is being possessed.

The painting is not on a surface, but on a plane which is imagined. It moves in a mind. It is not there physically at all. It is an illusion, a piece of magic, so that what you see is not what you see.

You know, comments about style always seem strange to me - 'why do you work in this style, or in that style' - as if you had a choice in the matter... What you're doing is trying to stay alive and continue and not die.

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