There are certain things people always bring up with me. The accident. The drugs. And how tight my pants were.
My originality consists in putting the logic of the visible to the service of the invisible.
While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality. . . true art lies in a reality that is felt.
True art lies in a reality that is felt.
I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left me sad and with an unsatiated thirst. The next day I let the other source run, that of imagination, through the recollection of the forms and I was then reassured and appeased.
I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.
It is precisely from the regret left by the imperfect work that the next one can be born.
If I was racing in 2015, no, I wouldn't do it again because I don't think you have to. If you take me back to 1995, when doping was completely pervasive, I would probably do it again.
I was living in the U. K. I was back in New Zealand for the New Zealand Music Awards, which is like our annual New Zealand GRAMMYs.
In every landscape should reside jewels of abstract art waiting to be discovered.
It is possible, of course, to operate with figures mechanically, just as it is possible to speak like a parrot: but that hardly deserves the names of thought. It only becomes possible at all after the mathematical notation has, as a result of genuine thought, been so developed that it does the thinking for us, so to speak.