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.

Painting relates to both art and life. Neither can be made - I try to act in the gap.

I prefer images that are less specific, so there is room for everyone's imagination.

I think a painting is more like the real world if it's made out the real world.

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

You can't make either life or art, you have to work in the hole in between, which is undefined. That's what makes the adventure of painting.

And I think a painting has such a limited life anyway