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

I should like to paint like an man who has never seen a painting, but this man -myself - lives in a museum.

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?

More than a process, painting is being possessed.

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 and sculpture are very archaic forms. It's the only thing left in our industrial society where an individual alone can make something with not just his own hands, but brains, imagination, heart maybe.

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