Painting Seems Like Some Kind Of Peculiar

Look At Any Inspired Painting. It's Like A Gong Sounding; It Puts You In A State Of Reverberation.

To Paint Is Always To Start At The Beginning Again, Yet Being Unable To Avoid The Familiar Arguments About What You See Yourself Painting.

Frustration Is One Of The Great Things In Art. Satisfaction Is Nothing.

That's What I Mean By Something Grips In A Canvas. The Moment That Happens You Are Then Sucked Into The Whole Thing. Like Some Kind Of Rhythm.

All These Troubles Revolve Around The Irritable Mutual Dependence Of Life And Art - With Their Need And Contempt For One Another. Of Necessity, To Create Is A Temporary State And Cannot Be Possessed.