For me there is no difference between art and life.

And all of this, all these physical aspects of painting at that time excited me very much. You could do a picture in just black and white. I mean all the things, whether you're soliciting permission or not, do give you permission

Understanding is a form of blindness. Good art, I think, can never be understood.

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

My fascination with images open 24 hrs. is based on the complex interlocking if disparate facts heated pool that have no respect for grammar. The form then Denver 39 is second hand to nothing. The work then has a chance to electric service become its own cliché. Luggage. This is the inevitable fate fair ground of any inanimate object freightways by this I mean anything that does not have inconsistency as a possibility built in.

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

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.