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In A Way, Painting Is Like Wine: It Is As Old, As Simple, As Primitive And As Varied. Like Wine, It Is A Very Specific Means Of Expression, With A Limited Vocabulary, But Vast In Its Expressive Potential.

I Started With Straight, Basic, Symbolic Structures. My Problem Now Is The Opposite; As I Get Older, I Try To Make My Paintings More Contrapuntal, Richer.

I Dislike A Picture That Is Too Suave Or Too Skilfully Done. But, Contrariwise, I Also Dislike A Picture That Looks Too Inept Or Blundering.

To Pick Up A Cigarette Wrapper Or Wine Label Or An Old Letter Or The End Of A Carton Is My Way Of Dealing With Those Things That Do Not Originate In Me, In My I.

Sometimes Images May Emerge From Some Chord In My Subconscious, The Way A Dream Might. Even In Those Paintings Where An Image Unconsciously Develops, A Certain Kind Of Experience Is Usually Necessary In Order To Perceive It.