I feel as though the world is a friendly boy walking along in the sun.

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

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.

If I declare it to be so, then this is a portrait.

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

Success is a worn down pencil.

Basically painting is total idiocy.