Bonnard once coined the term “un arrêt du temps” which translates to - painting is a stilling of time. When he paints, he is trying to relive a moment again and again

Mr. Hankey, the Christmas poo. Are the babies sculpting their mom out of shit?

Hockney was right, I need to explore these ripples, this wet stuff is hard to represent, got to work, ten minutes went by and I thought, the ripples are going in the wrong directions, what’s that light doing there?