There's Some Mysterious Process At Work Here,

It Is The Bareness Of Drawing That I Like. The Act Of Drawing Is What Locates, Suggests, Discovers. At Times It Seems Enough To Draw, Without The Distractions Of Color And Mass. Yet It Is An Old Ambition To Make Drawing And Painting One.

I Go To The Studio Everyday Because One Day I May Go And The Angel Will Be There. What If I Don't Go And The Angel Comes?

To Paint Is Always To Start At The Beginning Again, Yet Being Unable To Avoid The Familiar Arguments About What You See Yourself Painting.

Painting Seems Like Impossibility, With Only A Sign Now And Then Of Its Own Light.

Painting Is An Illusion, A Piece Of Magic, So What You See Is Not What You See.