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.

Usually I am on a work for a long stretch, until a moment arrives when the air of the arbitrary vanishes, and the paint falls into positions that feel destined.

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.

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

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.

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?

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