I like photographs of anything uninteresting. Maybe just two doors on a wall... The point is to be uninteresting.

You wait until life is in the frame, then you have the permission to click. I like the adventure of waiting until the whole frame is full.

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.

Very quickly a painting is turned into a facsimile of itself when one becomes so familiar with with it that one recognizes it without looking at it.

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

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

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