I Don't Paint To Live, I Live

Every So Often, A Painter Has To Destroy Painting. Cezanne Did It, Picasso Did It With Cubism. Then Pollock Did It. He Busted Our Idea Of A Picture All To Hell. Then There Could Be New Paintings Again.

I Think I'm Painting A Picture Of Two Women But It May Turn Out To Be A Landscape.

Even An Abstract Form Has To Have A Likeness.

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.

Maybe In That Earlier Phase I Was Painting The Woman In Me. Art Isn't A Wholly Masculine Occupation, You Know.