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

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

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?

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.

Painting seems like some kind of peculiar miracle that I need to have again and again.

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

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.