The Only Secret I Can Claim To

I Work From The People That Interest Me, And That I Care About, In Rooms That I Live In And Know. I Use The People To Invent My Pictures, And I Can Work More Freely When They Are There.

It Is The Only Point Of Getting Up Every Morning: To Paint, To Make Something Good, To Make Something Even Better Than Before, Not To Give Up, To Compete, To Be Ambitious.

The Paintings That Really Excite Me Have An Erotic Element Or Side To Them Irrespective Of Subject Matter

I Think Half The Point Of Painting A Picture Is That You Don't Know What Will Happen... That If Painters Did Know What Was Going To Happen They Wouldn't Bother To Do It.

The Only Way I Could Work Properly Was By Using The Absolute Maximum Of Observation And Concentration That I Could Possible Muster.