I'm sure we don't read old paintings the way they were intended

I feel strong in my belief, based on my widely traveled collaborations, that a one-to-one contact through art contains potent peaceful powers, and is the most non-elitist way to share information, hopefully seducing us into creating mutual understandings for the benefit of all.

You can't make either life or art, you have to work in the hole in between, which is undefined. That's what makes the adventure of painting.

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.

A pair of socks is no less suitable to make a painting with than wood, nails, turpentine, oil and fabric.

Curiosity is the main energy.

But I was in awe of the painters; I mean I was new in New York, and I thought the painting that was going on here was just unbelievable