I Think, If One Is A Painter,

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.

Painting... In Which The Inner And The Outer Man Are Inseparable, Transcends Technique, Transcends Subject And Moves Into The Realm Of The Inevitable.

I Have Never Been Able To Understand The Artist Whose Image Never Changes.

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

We Get Used To A Certain Kind Of Colour Of Form Or Format, And It's Acceptable. And To Puncture That Is Sticking Your Neck Out A Bit. And Then Pretty Soon, That's Very Acceptable.