What interests me is taste. I am interested in why a person places certain objects and not others in their home. If I had been but a conceptual artist, since 1970 I would have put up a card saying: go and see so-and-so’s house. And another one: go and see so-and-so's house. But since I'm an old-fashioned artist, I need to paint and I paint. I wonder why the hell the picture of the suicides in the newspaper caught my attention. Was it the grayness of the face, similar to some work I was doing at the time, or was it that folksy thing of two people entering into a suicide pact and joining hands for a photo to send to their relatives? But no, it can’t be that because I read about it later. It was the photo itself, the hat he was wearing, anyway [...]