Flesh Was The Reason Why Oil Painting

I Paint The Way I Do Because I Can Keep On Putting More And More Things In - Like Drama, Pain, Anger, Love, A Figure, A Horse, My Ideas Of Space. It Doesn't Matter If It Differs From Mine, As Long As It Comes From The Painting, Which Has Its Own Integrity And Intensity.

The Past Does Not Influence Me; I Influence It.

Even An Abstract Form Has To Have A Likeness.

An Artist Is Forced By Others To Paint Out Of His Own Free Will.

Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.