What I was trying to construct was relative symmetry, where it seems clear that the shapes have arrived through consideration.

Black painters have done all kinds of work. It's the treatment of forms they engage in-that's what determines the value of the work, not whether you call them a black artist or not.

I think the museum should be an arena in which ideals can hash it out, fight it out, tooth and nail, for attention.

No one has a right to occupy the privileged position all the time, so it should be contested. It should always be messy in there.

I came in making choices about how I deploy aesthetics and imagery strategically. It seems to me that's the only legitimate way of making work.

Like a lot of young people who wanted to be artists, comics were a gateway for me.

Comics were a place where captivating images lit your imagination and showed you that you can create new kinds of people and worlds.

In some places you can find an extreme blackness used as a descriptive. I also take into account historical realities that some of this range in color is the legacy of white supremacy.

The appearance is the allusion of abstraction when in fact I am in control of every aspect of that symmetry.

I want people to understand that this is a very calibrated image [Portrait of the Artist as a Shadow of His Former Self ], where point by point, very little is left to chance.

Abstraction and representation are supposed to be going down two very different paths, one sociological and the other aesthetic.

Little did I realise how much I would miss those ten minutes, those ten minutes in which I lived an entire lifetime.

The Owl goes who, who, the Dove goes coo, coo, humans go you! You!

Evil things you do to others show your personality and thus identify you, and the good ones come back to you too… - Cocoy McCoy -

[Americans] were, for one thing, so smitten with the idea of progress that they invented things without having any idea whether those things would be of any use.

And just then it crossed my mind that one might fire, or not fire—and it would come to absolutely the same thing.

Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.

Being best is a false goal, you have to measure success on your own terms.

He [the Statist] is unmoved by reason, evidence, and history.

Everybody knows what love is in one way or another, and everybody has an answer of what love means to them.

War is a matter not so much of arms as of money.