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

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.

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

I usually work in a direction until I know how to do it, then I stop, At the time that I am bored or understand - I use those words interchangeably - another appetite has formed.

And I think that even today, New York still has more of this unexpected quality around every corner than any place else. It's something quite extraordinary

I'm not so facile that I can accomplish or find out what I want to know or explore enough of the possibilities and a way of making a painting, say, in just one painting or two paintings.

Work is my joy... Work is my therapy, I don't know anybody who loves work as much as I do.