I'm probably creative for half an hour a day. The rest of the time, I'm just doing what's necessary to make that creativity visible.

I like things that are just about to go. Everything's leaving. Death is never far away from me. When you make something, death can't help but be in it.

I have to go with what the painting says to me. The painting is always informing me. I'm its servant; it's not mine. I'm doing what it wants.

I don't make political work. I don't make work that criticises the state. I make as human work as I can.

I may venture to affirm the rest of mankind, that they are nothing but a bundle or collection of different perceptions, which succeed each other with an inconceivable rapidity, and are in a perpetual flux and movement.

We have worked hard and I think it's time to have a rest. Anyway, it's only one day a year and I think it's worth the money.