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.

I feel as though the world is a friendly boy walking along in the sun.

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

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

I'm quite taken aback when I get something that appears to be technically a good photograph, because it's not necessarily my intention.

This is a portrait of Iris Clert if I say so.

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