I Make Pictures And Someone Comes In

The Trouble With Being Poor Is That It Takes Up All Your Time.

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

If I Stretch My Arms And Wonder Where My Fingers Are - That Is All The Space I Need As A Painter.

I See The Canvas And I Begin... It's A Necessary Evil To Get Into The Work, And It's Pretty Marvelous To Be Able To Get Out Of It.

The 'women' Had To Do With The Female Painted Through All Ages, All Those Idols, And Maybe I Was Stuck To A Certain Extent; I Couldn't Go On. It Did One Thing For Me: It Eliminated Composition, Arrangement, Relationships, Light - All This Silly Talk About Line, Colour And Form - Because That Was The Thing I Wanted To Get Hold Of.