A painting is finished when the subject comes back, when what has caused the painting to be made comes back as an object.

I hate painting.

When I finish a painting, it usually looks as surprising to me as to anyone else.

You keep on balancing and balancing and balancing until the picture wins, because then the subject's turned into the picture.

Each painting has its own way of evolving. When the painting is finished, the subject reaveals itself.

Nothing that surrounds us is object, all is subject.