In a way, the blank canvas... represents the infinity of trying to use color to express emotions - to assign a linguistic function to color.

With monochrome painting... the idiosyncrasy of the work, its difference, its expression, lies in shape.

My work is not repetition. It is an exploration.

I'm interested in the movement of the eyes across the painting.

Anything is of course inexhaustible, because at each moment the brain has a different pattern to construct.

Just as with the quartet, each part of a painting is telling a different story.

Seeing is looking at something in saturation. But we tend to look at something for, say, 1/30 of a second.

The question of painting is bound up with epistemology, with the engagement of the viewer, with what the viewer may learn.

It's impossible to just localize your perceptions - because the stimuli come from both eyes.

How many companies can say that the amount of customers who use their services second most often, and spend the second most amount of money with them, are “very negative”?

sometimes all we can crave is a heavenly place with no one around

I spent most summers in Italy as a child either in Tuscany or at the Amalfi coast.

Take time to deliberate, but when the time for action comes, stop thinking and go in.

My double drags his coffin, humble slave, I, at least, am real, though changed to flesh.Far-off, I build me a church no hand can shape("Winter Sonnets: III")

The comment section of the internet is like gang graffiti, it makes no sense and is ugly to look at.

Get kids out of poverty. Poverty is devastating.

Who wants to be married to a grandfather?

Writing is a lonely way of life. You shut yourself up in your study and work and work.

Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.