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.

If you don't have trouble paying the rent, you have trouble doing something else; one needs just a certain amount of trouble.

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.

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

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.

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

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