I Don't Jog. It Makes The Ice

I Had A Teacher In Art School Who Said Something About The Only Works He Really Enjoyed Seeing Or Found Much In Were Works Where He Had A Sense That A Discovery Was Made In The Course Of Making This Object. I Like To Hold To That As My Marching Orders.

If There Is Some Art Involved, Id Like It To Be That It Came Through The Cracks Of Daily Work.

It Was Taunted As Reality. It Was Dangled As A Carrot. In Terms Of People's Hopes And Dreams, To Say That That Is Less Of A Reality Than The Daily Grind They Find Themselves In Is Maybe Not Correct.

Around 1980, I Went Back To Painting With A Vengeance.

If The Real World Is Orange Juice, Then Art Is Like Orange-juice Concentrate.