To Me There Is No Past Or

Formerly Pictures Used To Move Towards Completion In Progressive Stages. Each Day Would Bring Something New. A Picture Was A Sum Of Additions. With Me, Picture Is A Sum Of Destructions. I Do A Picture, Then I Destroy It. But In The Long Run Nothing Is Lost; The Red That I Took Away From One Place Turns Up Somewhere Else.

There's Nothing Worse Than A Brilliant Beginning.

All Children Paint Like Geniuses. What Do We Do To Them That So Quickly Dulls This Ability?

I Work With Few Colors, What Creates The Illusion Of Quantity Is That They Fell In The Right Place.

I Want To Get To The Stage Where Nobody Can Tell How A Picture Of Mine Is Done. What's The Point Of That? Simply That I Want Nothing But Emotion Given Off By It.