My Paintings Are Wiser Than I Am.

To Me, Grey Is The Welcome And Only Possible Equivalent For Indifference, Noncommitment, Absence Of Opinion, Absence Of Shape. But Grey, Like Formlessness And The Rest, Can Be Real Only As An Idea, And So All I Can Do Is Create A Colour Nuance That Means Grey But Is Not It. The Painting Is Then A Mixture Of Grey As A Fiction And Grey As A Visible, Designated Area Of Colour.

I Often Need A Long Time To Understand Things, To Imagine A Painting I Might Make.

Picturing Things, Taking A View, Is What Makes Us Human; Art Is Making Sense And Giving Shape To That Sense. It Is Like The Religious Search For God.

Painting Is The Making Of An Analogy For Something Non-visual And Incomprehensible - Giving It Form And Bringing It Within Reach. And That Is Why Good Paintings Are Incomprehensible. Creating The Incomprehensible Has Absolutely Nothing To Do With Turning Out Any Old Bunkum, Because Bunkum Is Always Comprehensible.

Only About One Per Cent Of My Paintings Show Family Members. Do They Help Me Deal With Problems? It's Likely That These Problems Can Only Be Depicted. But Photographs, Private Ones And Others, Keep Appearing That Fascinate Me So Much That I Want To Paint Them. And Sometimes The Real Meaning These Images Have For Me Only Becomes Apparent Later.