While my classmates were reading their textbooks, I drew in the margins.

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

I always have a good reason for taking something out but I never have one for putting something in. And I don't want to, because that means that the picture is being painted predigested.

Success is a worn down pencil.

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

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.

The working process is ideally freeing my mind.