I can paint and draw. I believe this myself and a few other people say that they believe this too. But I'm not certain of whether it's true.

There is nothing that special to see when looking at me. I'm a painter who paints day in day out, from morning till evening - figure pictures and landscapes, more rarely portraits.

I have never painted a self-portrait. I am less interested in myself as a subject for a painting than I am in other people, above all women... There is nothing special about me. I am a painter who paints day after day from morning to night... Who ever wants to know something about me... ought to look carefully at my pictures.

There is always hope, as long as the canvases are empty.

There is no self-portrait of me.

Even when I have to write a simple letter I'm scared stiff as if faced with looming seasickness.

If the weather is good I go into the nearby wood - there I am painting a small beech forest (in the sun) with a few conifers mixed in. This takes until 8 'o clock.

I have the gift of neither the spoken nor the written word, especially if I have to say something about myself or my work. Whoever wants to know something about me -as an artist, the only notable thing- ought to look carefully at my pictures and try and see in them what I am and what I want to do.

Art is a line around your thoughts.

Although even when I am being idle I have plenty of food for thought both early and late - thoughts both about and not about art.