If you're fortunate enough with your history, like with Men in the Cities, your work becomes so absorbed in culture that the authorship of it doesn't exist anymore.

I can't come up with the titles. My wife hates my titles. She doesn't even want to know about them.

The thing that's interesting as you get older as an artist is that the biggest challenge seems to be: how do you stay relevant?

If you're fortunate enough with your history, like with Men in the Cities, your work becomes so absorbed in culture that the authorship of it doesn't exist anymore.

I started realizing I have enough history that some of it has been forgotten.

Modern abstract art starts in Russia in about 1915 with Malevich, and then the Russian Revolution happens, and eventually all that experimental art gets squashed and social realism comes back into play. All of a sudden, Malevich is no longer painting black squares; he's painting peasants in colorful schmattas.

When I look back on everything I've done, it all somehow makes sense to me. But it doesn't make sense when you're actually doing it.