To paint is a possessing rather than a picturing.
There's some mysterious process at work here, which I don't even want to understand.
Usually I am on a work for a long stretch, until a moment arrives when the air of the arbitrary vanishes, and the paint falls into positions that feel destined.
There is something ridiculous and miserly in the myth we inherit from abstract art.. that painting is autonomous, pure and for itself, and therefore we habitually defined its ingredients and define its limits. But painting is "impure". It is the adjustment of impurities which forces painting's continuity. We are image makers and image ridden.