In Art One Idea Is As Good

The Point They (lissitzky, Rodchenko, Tatlin, Gabo, The Neo-plasticists, And So On) All Had In Common Was To Be Inside And Outside At The Same Time. For Me, To Be Inside And Outside Is To Be In An Unheated Studio With Broken Windows In The Winter, Or Taking A Nap On Somebody's Porch In The Summer.

Not Even For A Million Dollars Would I Paint A Tree.

Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.

The Drawings That Interest Me Most Are Made With Closed Eyes. With Eyes Closed, I Feel My Hand Slide Down On The Paper. I Have An Image In Mind, But The Results Always Surprise Me.

I Paint The Way I Do Because I Can Keep On Putting More And More Things In - Like Drama, Pain, Anger, Love, A Figure, A Horse, My Ideas Of Space. It Doesn't Matter If It Differs From Mine, As Long As It Comes From The Painting, Which Has Its Own Integrity And Intensity.