I was once asked if there was coding in my paintings.
I answered “Yes.”
But it was not a simple “yes”– for coding implicitly means explicit and narrow referentiality and thus, in my terms, to be avoided or discarded.
But then, later, in the end, I actually do sneak in personal codes with explicit intentions and references, thus violating what I say I am doing.
Most of these insertions are sexual and/or personal, and thus private.
Then there’s the issue regarding believing what artists say about what their own work means: It’s called the intentionalist fallacy.
It is a true fallacy, believe me.