Painting Seems Like Impossibility, With Only A

You Know, Comments About Style Always Seem Strange To Me - 'why Do You Work In This Style, Or In That Style' - As If You Had A Choice In The Matter... What You're Doing Is Trying To Stay Alive And Continue And Not Die.

Studio Ghosts: When You're In The Studio Painting, There Are A Lot Of People In There With You - Your Teachers, Friends, Painters From History, Critics... And One By One If You're Really Painting, They Walk Out. And If You're Really Painting You Walk Out.

Sometimes I Scrape Off A Lot. You Have On The Floor, Like Cow Dung In The Field, This Big Glob Of Paint... And It's Just A Lot Of Inert Matter, Inert Paint. Then I Look Back At The Canvas, And It's Not Inert - It's Active, Moving And Living.

It Is Possible To Make A Living Thing, Not A Diagram Of What I Have Been Thinking: To Posit With Paint Something Living, Something That Changes Each Day.

To Paint Is A Possessing Rather Than A Picturing.