I Used To Think Of That Line

Painting Is Always Strongest When In Spite Of Composition, Color, Etc., It Appears As A Fact, Or An Inevitability, As Opposed To A Souvenir Or Arrangement.

I Still Have A Struggle Reading (dyslexia, Fh) And So I Don't Read Much.. ..probably The Only Reason I'm Painter Is Because I Couldn't Read Yet I Love To Write, But When I Write I Know What I'm Writing, But When I'm Reading I Can't See It, Because It Goes From All Sides Of The Page At Once. But That's Very Good For Printmaking.

One Has To Believe In What One Is Doing, One Has To Commit Oneself Inwardly, In Order To Do Painting. Once Obsessed, One Ultimately Carries It To The Point Of Believing That One Might Change Human Beings Through Painting. But If One Lacks This Passionate Commitment, There Is Nothing Left To Do. Then It Is Best To Leave It Alone.

There Was Something About The Self-confession And Self-confusion Of Abstract Expressionism - As Though The Man And The Work Were The Same - That Personally Always Put Me Off Because At That Time My Focus Was In The Opposite Direction.

For The First Time, I Wasn't Embarrassed By The Look Of Beauty, Of Elegance, Because When You See Someone Who Has Only One Rag As Their Property, But It Happens To Be Beautiful And Pink And Silk, Beauty Doesn't Have To Be Separated... I Have Always Said That You Shouldn't Have Biases, You Shouldn't Have Prejudices. But Before That [before His Trip To India, Circa 1975] I'd Never Been Able To Use Purple, Because It Was Too Beautiful.