I Work Like A Gardener.

The Simplest Things Give Me Ideas.

Art Class Was Like A Religious Ceremony To Me. I Would Wash My Hands Carefully Before Touching Paper Or Pencils. The Instruments Of Work Were Sacred Objects To Me.

A Modeled Form Is Less Striking Than One Which Is Not. Modeling Prevents Shock And Limits Movement To The Visual Depth. Without Modeling Or Chiaroscuro Depth Is Limitless: Movement Can Stretch To Infinity.

I Make No Distinction Between Poetry And Painting.

I Throw Down The Gauntlet To Chance. For Example, I Prepare The Ground For A Picture By Cleaning My Brush Over The Canvas. Spilling A Little Turpentine Can Also Be Helpful.