One Night I Dreamed That I Painted

In My Early Work, I Tried To Hide My Personality, My Psychological State, My Emotions. This Was Partly Due To My Feelings About Myself And Partly Due To My Feelings About Painting At The Time. I Sort Of Stuck To My Guns For A While But Eventually It Seemed Like A Losing Battle. Finally One Must Simply Drop The Reserve.

I Don't Want My Work To Be An Exposure Of My Feelings.

Put A Lot Of Paint & A Wooden Ball Or Other Object On A Board. Push To The Other End Of The Board. Use This In A Painting. - Ruler On Board.

I Assumed That Everything Would Lead To Complete Failure, But I Decided That Didn't Matter – That Would Be My Life.

One Wants One's Work To Be The World, But Of Course It's Never The World. The Work Is In The World; It Never Contains The Whole Thing.