If I Declare It To

There Was A Whole Language That I Could Never Make Function For Myself; It Revolved Around Words Like 'tortured', 'struggle'. 'pain'.. .i Could Never See These Qualities In Paint - I Could See Them In Life And Art That Illustrates Life. But I Could Not See Such Conflicts In The Materials And I Knew That It Had To Be In The Attitude Of The Painter.

The Working Process Is Ideally Freeing My Mind.

I Like Photographs Of Anything Uninteresting. Maybe Just Two Doors On A Wall... The Point Is To Be Uninteresting.

Understanding Is A Form Of Blindness. Good Art, I Think, Can Never Be Understood.

There's A Moment For Everyone When You Fall Into Your Own Shadow And The Fact Is That It's Your Shadow And You're Forced To Live In It. And This Is Nothing To Celebrate Or Not Celebrate. It Simply Is.