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.

I never allowed myself the luxury of those brilliant, beautiful colors until I went to India and saw people walking around in them or dragging them in the mud. I realised they were not so artificial.

I'm not so facile that I can accomplish or find out what I want to know or explore enough of the possibilities and a way of making a painting, say, in just one painting or two paintings.

My art is about paying attention - about the extremely dangerous possibility that you might be art.

The artist's job is to be a witness to his time in history.

There was a whole language that I could never make function for myself in relationship to painting, and that was attitudes like tortured, struggle, pain.