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.

It is possible to make a living thing, not a diagram of what I have been thinking: to posit with paint something living, something that changes each day.

To paint is a possessing rather than a picturing.

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?

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

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