There is only one true thing: instantly paint what you see. When you've got it, you've got it. When you haven't, you begin again. All the rest is humbug.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Usually I am on a work for a long stretch, until a moment arrives when the air of the arbitrary vanishes, and the paint falls into positions that feel destined.
Very quickly a painting is turned into a facsimile of itself when one becomes so familiar with with it that one recognizes it without looking at it.
When I get my hands on painting materials I don't give a damn about other people's painting... every generation must start again afresh.
See, when I paint, it is an experience that, at its best, is transcending reality.
Painting is a coalescing of experience.
Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.
When things become peculiar, frustrating and strange, I think it's a good time to start painting.
It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess. Otherwise there is pure harmony, an easy give and take, and the painting comes out well.
Painting is damned difficult - you always think you've got it, but you haven't.
Every time I started painting it was like a new experience, but they all came out the same.