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

I used to think of that line in Allen Ginsberg's 'Howl', about the 'sad cup of coffee'.. ..I have had cold coffee and hot coffee and lousy coffee, But I've never had a sad cup of coffee.

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

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

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.

Well, I like way downtown near the Battery. I lived down there at this time and for, I guess, the following well, this is where I moved to uptown and I've been here for four years and this is 1965.

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