I am sick of talking about What and Why I am doing. I have always believed that the WORK is the word. Action is seen less clearly through reason. There are no shortcuts to directness.

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

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

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

One has to believe in what one is doing, one has to commit oneself inwardly, in order to do painting. Once obsessed, one ultimately carries it to the point of believing that one might change human beings through painting. But if one lacks this passionate commitment, there is nothing left to do. Then it is best to leave it alone.

My concern is never art, but always what art can be used for.

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.