I Am Not Strong On Perfection.

There Was Very Little Art In My Childhood. I Was Raised In South Carolina; I Wasn't Aware Of Any Art In South Carolina. There Was A Minor Museum In Charleston, Which Had Nothing Of Interest In It. It Showed Local Artists, Paintings Of Birds.

Working Is Very Important To Me. Probably Because As A Child I Was Taught That Work Was Good. I Don’t Believe It Intellectually But I Identify With That Idea. So It’s Probably Just Like A Habit.

Art As A Fantasy Has Been One Of My Earliest Experiences. I Suppose A Lot Of My Childhood Was A Fantasy That Involved Getting Away From Things I Didn't Like. Fortunately It Had Some Relationship To Reality So That Later I Was Able To, To Some Extent, Act As I Imagined I Might.

As One Gets Older One Sees Many More Paths That Could Be Taken. Artists Sense Within Their Own Work That Kind Of Swelling Of Possibilities, Which May Seem A Freedom Or A Confusion.

I Think That One Wants From A Painting A Sense Of Life. The Final Suggestion, The Final Statement, Has To Be Not A Deliberate Statement But A Helpless Statement. It Has To Be What You Can't Avoid Saying.