Art Comes From Joy And Pain...but Mostly

I Build A Kind Of Wall Between Myself And T He Model So That I Can Paint In Peace Behind It. Otherwise, She Might Say Something That Confuses And Distracts Me.

Certainly A Chair Can Be Just As Interesting As A Human Being. But First The Chair Must Be Perceived By A Human Being... You Should Not Paint The Chair, But Only What Someone Has Felt About It.

The Viewers Must Come To Understand The Sacredness Of Painting, So They Will Remove Their Hats As If They Were In Church.

My Father Was Temperamentally Nervous And Obsessively Religious—to The Point Of Psychoneurosis. From Him I Inherited The Seeds Of Madness. The Angels Of Fear, Sorrow, And Death Stood By My Side Since The Day I Was Born.

To Die Is As If One's Eyes Had Been Put Out And One Cannot See Anything Any More. Perhaps It Is Like Being Shut In A Cellar. One Is Abandoned By All. They Have Slammed The Door And Are Gone. One Does Not See Anything And Notices Only The Damp Smell Of Putrefaction.