I do not paint what is popular; longing for popularity is a gentle illness of youth. It helps us grow, but we need to cure ourselves of it to flourish.
Today I stopped the dialogue with the audience.
Hundreds of minds projecting their meaning onto the canvas that is in front of me are making me nervous and inaccurate.
I need to clear the fog.
I want to be alone here with them: my canvas, my paint, my brushes.
Listen to their silence and let them guide me.
Let them lead the dance.
Let them express what we all feel.
When respected and well understood,
they never lie.