Around forty years ago, a gallery owner paid a visit to my studio and after studying my paintings for a while observed, “I like your paintings but I don’t know where I am in them.” That was the last I saw of him, but I took his comment as a compliment, not a rebuke. I now take it as a given that there is no ideal entry point into my paintings, nor do they have a single meaning. Early on I took to heart Marcel Duchamp’s dictum, “It’s the spectator who completes the work of art”: your interpretation is as valid as my own, an offer which should not be mistaken for indecision.
All images reproduced courtesy of the Artist and Tibor de Nagy Gallery, New York.
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