Each Moment Presents What Happens.

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.

The First Question I Ask Myself When Something Doesn't Seem To Be Beautiful Is Why Do I Think It's Not Beautiful. And Very Shortly You Discover That There Is No Reason.

Why Do You Not Do As I Do? Letting Go Of Your Thoughts As Though They Were The Cold Ashes Of A Long Dead Fire?

If You Develop An Ear For Sounds That Are Musical It Is Like Developing An Ego. You Begin To Refuse Sounds That Are Not Musical And That Way Cut Yourself Off From A Good Deal Of Experience.

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.