I Don't Paint To Live, I Live

I Might Work On A Painting For A Month, But It Has Too Look Like I Painted It In A Minute.

Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.

Im Not Someone Whos Ever Said Anything Definitive About His Work. In My Life Also I Have Very Little Fixed Form. I Can Change Overnight.

If You Pick Up Some Paint With Your Brush And Make Somebody's Nose With It, This Is Rather Ridiculous When You Think Of It, Theoretically Or Philosophically. It's Really Absurd To Make An Image, Like A Human Image, With Paint, Today.

Even An Abstract Form Has To Have A Likeness.