I Have Never Been Able To Understand

One Could Go On For Ever As To Whether The Paint Should Be Thick Or Thin, Whether To Paint The Woman Or The Square, Hard-edge Or Soft, But After A While Such Questions Become A Bore. They Are Merely Problems In Aesthetics, Having Only To Do With The Outer Man.

I Knew De Kooning And I Went To His Studio So I Knew About De Kooning's Work. But Only A Little Handful Knew About It, You Know. Maybe There Were Ten People That Knew About It.

I Need To Be Alone For Certain Periods Of Time Or I Violate My Own Rhythm.

I Like A Canvas To Breathe And Be Alive. Be Alive Is The Point. And, As The Limitations Are Something Called Pigment And Canvas, Let's See If I Can Do It.

Painting, For Me, When It Really 'happens,' Is As Miraculous As Any Natural Phenomenon - As Say, A Lettuce Leaf. By 'happens,' I Mean The Painting In Which The Inner Aspect Of Man And His Outer Aspects Interlock.