I don’t want to learn – I want to know. I want to know lots more than I do know.
It bothers me that I can’t draw, don’t have a clue about perspective.
I love colours and that should do.
But:
an image sneaks into my work, possesses my mind, wants me to copy it, leads me down a rotten path.
Then I get angry, yell at others and blame them for it.
I start again and make myself stop before I think it’s done.
Then it’s done.

With painting it is like with life: when you can fit everything in a daypack, you’re ready to go. I’m not there yet. But I’m working on it.

Abstract painting makes me face impatience, anger, obsession with order. I need to need less, and painting gets me there.