If I declare it to be so, then this is a portrait.

There was something about the self-confession and self-confusion of Abstract expressionism - as though the man and the work were the same - that personally always put me off because at that time my focus was in the opposite direction.

People ask me, 'Don't you ever run out of ideas?' In the first place I don't use ideas. Every time I have an idea it's too limiting, and usually turns out to be a disappointment. But I haven't run out of curiosity.

I don't like masterpieces having one-night stands in collectors' homes between auctions.

You begin with the possibilities of the material.

Basically painting is total idiocy.

Every time I've moved, my work has changed radically.