The idea becomes a machine that makes the art.

Artists are mystics rather than rationalists. They leap to conclusions that logic cannot reach.

The artist is seen like a producer of commodities, like a factory that turns out refrigerators.

The narrative of serial art works more like music than like literature.

During the '70s I was interested in words and meaning as a way of making art.

I believe that the artist's involvement in the capitalist structure is disadvantageous to the artist and forces him to produce objects in order to live.

You belong in the most secret part of you. Don’t worry about cool, make your own uncool. Make your own, your own world. If you fear, make it work for you—draw and paint your fear and anxiety.