Painting, in short, is a language through which painters discover their subjects and also both lose and find themselves. This is why it is as much an act of recovery as it is one of discovering the unknown. As words themselves frequently tell the writer what to write, so the substance of a painting dictates where nuance lies and where meaning might be found, and where figures might lurk. There’s always someone there if you look long enough. If painting is a mirror it cannot avoid reflecting the one who made it.
—A Kind of Blankess, Adrian Searle