A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And

I Am Here To Make You Think. . . . I Am Not Here To Make Pretty Pictures!

It Is The Poet And Philosopher Who Provide The Community Of Objectives In Which The Artist Participates. Their Chief Preoccupation, Like The Artist, Is The Expression In Concrete Form Of Their Notions Of Reality. Like Him, They Deal With The Verities Of Time And Space, Life And Death, And The Heights Of Exaltation As Well As The Depths Of Despair. The Preoccupation With These Eternal Problems Creates A Common Ground Which Transcends The Disparity In The Means Used To Achieve Them.

I Do Not Believe That There Was Ever A Question Of Being Abstract Or Representational. It Is Really A Matter Of Ending This Silence And Solitude, Of Breathing, And Stretching One's Arms Again Transcendental Experiences Became Possible.

This World Of The Imagination Is Fancy-free And Violently Opposed To Common Sense.

You Think My Paintings Are Calm, Like Windows In Some Cathedral? You Should Look Again. I'm The Most Violent Of All The American Painters. Behind Those Colours There Hides The Final Cataclysm.