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I Always Felt That My Work Hadn't Much To Do With Art; My Admirations For Other Art Had Very Little Room To Show Themselves In My Work Because I Hoped That If I Concentrated Enough The Intensity Of Scrutiny Alone Would Force Life Into The Pictures. I Ignored The Fact That Art, After All, Derives From Art. Now I Realize That This Is The Case.

I Paint People, Not Because Of What They Are Like, Not Exactly In Spite Of What They Are Like, But How They Happen To Be.

I Could Never Put Anything Into A Picture That Wasn't Actually There In Front Of Me. That Would Be A Pointless Lie, A Mere Bit Of Artfulness.

Sometimes, When I've Been Staring Too Hard, I've Noticed That I Could See The Circumference Of My Own Eye.

The Painter's Obsession With His Subject Is All That He Needs To Drive Him To Work.