Art Has A Will Of Its Own.

Every So Often Every Artist Feels, 'i'll Never Paint Again. The Muse Has Gone Out The Window.' In 1985, I Hardly Painted At All For Three Months, And It Was Agonizing. I Looked At Reproductions. I Stared At Matisse. I Stared At The Old Masters. I Stared At The Quattrocento. And I Thought To Myself - Don't Push It! If You Try Too Hard To Get At Something, You Almost Push It Away.

You Have To Know How To Use The Accident, How To Recognise It, How To Control It, And Ways To Eliminate It So That The Whole Surface Looks Felt And Born All At Once.

I'd Rather Risk An Ugly Surprise Than Rely On Things I Know I Can Do.

I Follow The Rules Until I Go Against Them All.

There Are No Rules. That Is How Art Is Born, How Breakthroughs Happen. Go Against The Rules Or Ignore The Rules. That Is What Invention Is About.