I Never Wish For Critics.

Sometimes I See It And Then Paint It. Other Times I Paint It And Then See It. Both Are Impure Situations, And I Prefer Neither. At Every Point In Nature There Is Something To See. My Work Contains Similar Possibilities For The Changing Focus Of The Eye.

I Decided That If My Work Contained What I Could Identify As A Likeness To Other Work, I Would Remove It.

I Don't Know How To Organise Thoughts. I Don't Know How To Have Thoughts.

One Wants One's Work To Be The World, But Of Course It's Never The World. The Work Is In The World; It Never Contains The Whole Thing.

I Think That One Wants From A Painting A Sense Of Life. The Final Suggestion, The Final Statement, Has To Be Not A Deliberate Statement But A Helpless Statement. It Has To Be What You Can't Avoid Saying.