I feel there's everything to do yet.
I'm not an artist who has an agenda that's set by the work.
I've always felt that if one was going to take seriously this vocation as an artist, you have to get beyond that decorative facade.
I, in the end, make art for myself.
If you get a bad review, you take that in your stride.
It's the role of the artist to pursue content.
Maybe the way we have learned to look has changed in the last 25 years, and the exotic is much more acceptable. There are many artists now, younger artists, who work out of the exotic.
Much of what I make is geometric, and has a kind of almost mathematical logic to the form.
My first show sold within the first 3 minutes, and I came back to the studio and spent the next two and a half years making almost nothing.
My work is not about my life history. It's not about the story of my neurosis.
One can hardly be Indian and not know that almost every accent, which hand you eat your food with, has some deeper symbolic truth, reality.
One cannot set out to make a work that's spiritual. What is a contemporary iconography for the spiritual? Is it some fuzzy space?
One does afford oneself the luxury to come into the studio and all day, every day, spend one's life making aesthetic propositions. What an immense luxury.
One does not set out with the idea that I've just had a great idea and now I'm going to go and carry it out. Almost all art that's made like that doesn't go anywhere.
One doesn't make art for other people, even though I am very concerned with the viewer.
One of the great currents in the contemporary experience of art is that it seems to come out of the experience of the author.
Re-investing in one's own little moments of insight is very important.
That freedom that Picasso afforded himself, to be an artist in a huge number of ways, seems to be a huge psychological liberation.
The idea is that the object has a language unto itself.
What interests me is the sense of the darkness that we carry within us, the darkness that's akin to one of the principal subjects of the sublime - terror.
