Rarely do I like my own pictures for a long time. There are a few that I like for months maybe a year. The motive, the execution, the emotions are in tune and form a coherent unity. And yet, the joy of completion and the quality achieved are completely challenged right from the beginning of each new painting. And I think that’s a wonderful thing.

I prefer to look at my past works with skepticism and recognize weaknesses and mistakes (from which I can learn), instead of looking at my works and thinking that I’m falling behind levels already reached. I take the side of my next picture, not the last. And so each painting is the enemy of all other paintings, even in my own oeuvre.