I stopped painting in 1990 at the peak of my success just to deny people my beautiful paintings, and I did it out of spite.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had wanted to be a sculptor throughout life, but to do so, I had to stop painting.
Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.
I tried to be a house painter, but I couldn't stand all that paint all over me.
I decided to become a painter when my first four paintings where all published and attracted a great deal of interest. I exhibited one of them and it was sold.
My work, in a certain way, got started in 1996 when I did an exhibition of thirteen paintings that were solely based on fashion imagery.
It's absurd to talk about paintings that you haven't finished.
I was not out to paint beautiful pictures; even painting good pictures was not important to me. I wanted only to help the truth burst forth.
In my previous life, I was an artist. I still paint. I love art.
I have continued to paint; my father - who was savaged by the critics - continued to paint until practically the last week of his life.
Do not think that I have stopped painting, for at any moment, I am liable to paint a good picture.