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

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.

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

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.

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

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