Every Time I've Moved, My Work Has

There Was A Whole Language That I Could Never Make Function For Myself; It Revolved Around Words Like 'tortured', 'struggle'. 'pain'.. .i Could Never See These Qualities In Paint - I Could See Them In Life And Art That Illustrates Life. But I Could Not See Such Conflicts In The Materials And I Knew That It Had To Be In The Attitude Of The Painter.

Basically Painting Is Total Idiocy.

I Don't Really Trust Ideas - Especially Good Ones... Rather, I Put My Trust In The Materials That Confront Me, Because They Put Me In Touch With The Unknown.

A Pair Of Socks Is No Less Suitable To Make A Painting With Than Wood, Nails, Turpentine, Oil And Fabric.

Well, I Like Way Downtown Near The Battery. I Lived Down There At This Time And For, I Guess, The Following Well, This Is Where I Moved To Uptown And I've Been Here For Four Years And This Is 1965.