I make pictures and someone comes in and calls it art.

An artist is forced by others to paint out of his own free will.

The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all your time.

Yes, I am influenced by everbody. But every time I put my hands in my pockets I find someone else's fingers there.

I think I'm painting a picture of two women but it may turn out to be a landscape.

I paint the way I do because I can keep on putting more and more things in - like drama, pain, anger, love, a figure, a horse, my ideas of space. It doesn't matter if it differs from mine, as long as it comes from the painting, which has its own integrity and intensity.

Art never seems to make me peaceful or pure.