All Great Art Is A Form Of

The Attitude I Take Is That Everyday Life Is More Interesting Than Forms Of Celebration, When We Become Aware Of It. That When Is When Our Intentions Go Down To Zero. Then Suddenly You Notice That The World Is Magical.

A Sound Does Not View Itself As Thought, As Ought, As Needing Another Sound For Its Elucidation, As Etc.; It Has Not Time For Any Consideration--it Is Occupied With The Performance Of Its Characteristics: Before It Has Died Away It Must Have Made Perfectly Exact Its Frequency, Its Loudness, Its Length, Its Overtone Structure, The Precise Morphology Of These And Of Itself.

There Is No Such Thing As An Empty Space Or An Empty Time. There Is Always Something To See, Something To Hear. In Fact, Try As We May To Make A Silence, We Cannot.

When You Start Working, Everybody Is In Your Studio- The Past, Your Friends, Enemies, The Art World, And Above All, Your Own Ideas- All Are There. But As You Continue Painting, They Start Leaving, One By One, And You Are Left Completely Alone. Then, If You Are Lucky, Even You Leave.

In That Case I Will Devote My Life To Beating My Head Against That Wall.