Sometimes I think that the overall harmony of the painting comes to its own by sheer desperation. I look at some of the elements of my painting and could not even imagine how I could conceive the idea of that.
This leads me to my ideas of conceptual painting. The idea of executing a concept solely, seems like the most backwards way of working a painting that I can think of (in retrospect, this is such a different way of working that I just don't seem to comprehend it).
The beauty of painting is the continual reinvention of the language. The "idea" comes through the form. Most ideas of artists are pretty stupid. But it doesn't matter. Artists put themselves out on a limb, and we love the poetry of their stupid ideas.