Not Even For A Million Dollars Would

The Past Does Not Influence Me; I Influence It.

Every So Often, A Painter Has To Destroy Painting. Cezanne Did It, Picasso Did It With Cubism. Then Pollock Did It. He Busted Our Idea Of A Picture All To Hell. Then There Could Be New Paintings Again.

Content Is A Glimpse Of Something, An Encounter Like A Flash. It's Very Tiny - Very Tiny. Content.

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.