To Pick Up A Cigarette Wrapper Or

Every Intelligent Painter Carries The Whole Culture Of Modern Painting In His Head. It Is His Real Subject, Of Which Everything He Paints In Both An Homage And A Critique, And Everything He Says Is A Gloss.

Each Brushstroke Is A Decision.

What Could Be More Interesting, Or In The End, More Ecstatic, Than In Those Rare Moments When You See Another Person Look At Something You've Made, And Realize That They Got It Exactly, That Your Heart Jumped To Their Heart With Nothing In Between.

Without Ethical Consciousness, A Painter Is Only A Decorator.

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.