Painting, For Me, When It Really 'happens,'

I Like A Canvas To Breathe And Be Alive. Be Alive Is The Point. And, As The Limitations Are Something Called Pigment And Canvas, Let's See If I Can Do It.

I Never Violate An Inner Rhythm. I Loathe To Force Anything. I Don't Know If The Inner Rhythm Is Eastern Or Western. I Know It Is Essential For Me. I Listen To It And I Stay With It. I Have Always Been This Way. I Have Regards For The Inner Voice.

All My Work Keeps Going Like A Pendulum; It Seems To Swing Back To Something I Was Involved With Earlier, Or It Moves Between Horizontality And Verticality, Circularlity, Or A Composite Of Them. For Me, I Suppose, That Change Is The Only Constant.

People Were Very Affected By The War. But It Didn't Mean You Stopped Painting Unless You Were Called Into The Army; Then You Just Couldn't Paint. But Otherwise One Continued.

I Think Every Once In A While I Feel The Need To Break My Medium... If I Have Been Doing A Very Large Painting I Like To Drop Into Something In Small Scale. It Is A Challenge To Go Into This Size. It Is Just To Hold My Own Interest, And Then Each Media Has Its Own Conditions.