Every painting is always two paintings: The one you see, and the one you remember.
Human beings are repetitive animals. All meaning is generated through repetition.
There is this assumption that much of what I write is about my life, and that simply is not true.
Intellectual curiosity about one's own illness is certainly born of a desire for mastery. If I couldn't cure myself, perhaps I could at least begin to understand myself.
The old story is true:Women have to be less emotional than men.
In effect, painting is the still memory of [the artist's] human motion, and our individual responses to it depend on who we are, on our character, which underlines the simple truth that no person leaves himself behind in order to look at a painting.