I Make Pictures And Someone Comes In

If You're An Artist, The Problem Is To Make A Picture Work Whether You Are Happy Or Not.

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.

I Have To Change To Stay The Same.

The Texture Of Experience Is Prior To Everything Else.

Watercolors Is The First And The Last Thing An Artist Does.