To paint is a possessing rather than a picturing.

There is something mysterious in this work that I do not ever what to discover.

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.

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

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

Painting is an illusion, a piece of magic, so what you see is not what you see.

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