I got so I was really just sick of sculpture.

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.

The working process is ideally freeing my mind.

Screwing things up is a virtue. Being correct is never the point. I have an almost fanatically correct assistant, and by the time she re-spells my words and corrects my punctuation, I can't read what I wrote. Being right can stop all the momentum of a very interesting idea.

It is neither Art for Art, nor Art against Art. I am for Art, but for Art that has nothing to do with Art. Art has everything to do with life, but it has nothing to do with Art.

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

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