I Wouldn't Use The Same Color In

People Ask Me, 'don't You Ever Run Out Of Ideas?' In The First Place I Don't Use Ideas. Every Time I Have An Idea It's Too Limiting, And Usually Turns Out To Be A Disappointment. But I Haven't Run Out Of Curiosity.

I Never Allowed Myself The Luxury Of Those Brilliant, Beautiful Colors Until I Went To India And Saw People Walking Around In Them Or Dragging Them In The Mud. I Realised They Were Not So Artificial.

Screwing Things Up Is A Virtue. Being Correct Is Never The Point. I Have An Almost Fanatically Correct Assistant, And By The Time She Re-spells My Words And Corrects My Punctuation, I Can't Read What I Wrote. Being Right Can Stop All The Momentum Of A Very Interesting Idea.

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.

I Feel As Though The World Is A Friendly Boy Walking Along In The Sun.