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.

I never allowed myself the luxury of those brilliant, beautiful colors until I went to India and saw people walking around in them or dragging them in the mud. I realised they were not so artificial.

I don't think he (Joseph Albers, fh) ever realized that it was his discipline that I came for. Besides, my response to what I learned from him was just the opposite of what he intended.. ..I was very hesitant about arbitrarily designing forms and selecting colors that would achieve some predetermined result, because I didn't have any ideas to support that sort of thing - I didn't want color to serve me, in other words.

An empty canvas is full only if you want it to be full.

Painting relates to both art and life. Neither can be made - I try to act in the gap.

I don't want a picture to look like something it isn't. I want it to look like something it is.

Very quickly a painting is turned into a facsimile of itself when one becomes so familiar with with it that one recognizes it without looking at it.