There is something mysterious in this work that I do not ever what to discover.
Frustration is one of the great things in art. Satisfaction is nothing.
There's some mysterious process at work here, which I don't even want to understand.
I do not see why the loss of faith in the known image and symbol in our time should be celebrated as a freedom. It is a loss from which we suffer, and this pathos motivates modern painting and poetry at its heart.
More than a process, painting is being possessed.
I am a night painter, so when I come into the studio the next morning the delirium is over.