I Think, What Has This Day Brought

Now I Really Make The Little Idea From Clay, And I Hold It In My Hand. I Can Turn It, Look At It From Underneath, See It From One View, Hold It Against The Sky, Imagine It Any Size I Like, And Really Be In Control Almost Like God Creating Something.

A Piece Of Sculpture Can Have A Hole Through It And Not Be Weakened If The Hole Is Of A Studied Size, Shape, And Direction.

Never Think Of The Surface Except As An Extension Of A Volume.

I Sometimes Begin A Drawing With No Preconceived Problem To Solve, With Only The Desire To Use Pencil On Paper... But As My Eye Takes In What Is So Produced, A Point Arrives Where Some Idea Crystallizes, And Then A Control And Ordering Begins To Take Place.

The Whole Of Nature Is An Endless Demonstration Of Shape And Form. It Always Surprises Me When Artists Try To Escape From This.