Painting is a language which cannot be replaced by another language. I don't know what to say about what I paint, really.
“On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.”
“I think what I've recognized over the years is that I'm very, very bingey, extremely bingey when it comes to writing.”