I Had No Idea Love Would Catch

I've Always Been Fascinated By Numbers. Before I Was Seventeen Years Old, I Had Lived In Twenty-one Different Houses. In My Mind, Each Of Those Houses Had A Number.

Pop Art Is The American Dream, Optimistic, Generous, And Naive!

I Had No Idea Love Would Catch On The Way It Did. Oddly Enough, I Wasn't Thinking At All About Anticipating The Love Generation And Hippies. It Was A Spiritual Concept. It Isn't A Sculpture Of Love Any Longer. It's Become The Very Theme Of Love Itself.

I Never Had The Exposure To Techniques And So Forth That Children Have Today With Art Workshops, But I Always Had Crayons And Pencils And Still Have Work Going Right Back To When I Was Five Or Six Years Old

Pop Is Everything Art Hasn't Been For The Last Two Decades...it Springs Newborn Out Of A Boredom With The Finality And Over-saturation Of Abstract-expressionism, Which, By Its Own Esthetic Logic, Is The End Of Art, The Glorious Pinnacle Of The Long Pyramidal Creative Process. Stifled By This Rarefied Atmosphere, Some Young Painters Turn Back To Some Less Exalted Things Like Coca-cola, Ice-cream Sodas, Big Hamburgers, Super-markets And 'eat' Signs. They Are Eye-hungry; They Pop.