There was a whole language that I could never make function for myself in relationship to painting, and that was attitudes like tortured, struggle, pain.

Screwing things up is a virtue. Being correct is never the point. I have an almost fanatically correct assistant, and by the time she re-spells my words and corrects my punctuation, I can't read what I wrote. Being right can stop all the momentum of a very interesting idea.

I want my paintings to look like what's going on outside my window rather than what's inside my studio.

By the time you establish your priorities, there really isn't any fun or need to interest yourself in what you're doing. And this I find disastrous.

I'm not so facile that I can accomplish or find out what I want to know or explore enough of the possibilities and a way of making a painting, say, in just one painting or two paintings.

Sometimes I have taken photographs and just felt so excited that I could barely hold the camera steady, and the photo was boring.

The working process is ideally freeing my mind.