The Paintings That Really Excite

Painting Is Sometimes Like Those Recipes Where You Do All Manner Of Elaborate Things To A Duck, And Then End Up Putting It On One Side And Only Using The Skin.

A Moment Of Complete Happiness Never Occurs In The Creation Of A Work Of Art. The Promise Of It Is Felt In The Act Of Creation But Disappears Towards The Completion Of The Work. For It Is Then The Painter Realises That It Is Only A Picture He Is Painting. Until Then He Had Almost Dared To Hope The Picture Might Spring To Life.

The Only Secret I Can Claim To Have Is Concentration, And That's Something That Can't Be Taught.

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

I Have A Timetable, But No Routine.