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

Style is a fraud. I always felt the Greeks were hiding behind their columns.

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

Whatever an artist's personal feelings are, as soon as an artist fills a certain area on the canvas or circumscribes it, he becomes historical. He acts from or upon other artists.

You have to keep on the very edge of something, all the time, or the picture dies.

My interest in desperation lies only in that sometimes I find myself having become desperate. Very seldom do I start out that way. I can see of course that, in the abstract, thinking and all activity is rather desperate.

Not even for a million dollars would I paint a tree.