Sometimes I Scrape Off A Lot. You

There Comes A Point When The Paint Doesn't Feel Like Paint. I Don't Know Why. Some Mysterious Thing Happens. I Think You Have All Experienced It... What Counts Is That The Paint Should Really Disappear, Otherwise It's Craft.

Probably The Most Potent Desire For A Painter, An Image-maker, Is To See It. To See What The Mind Can Think And Imagine, To Realize It For Oneself, Through Oneself, As Concretely As Possible.

Painting Is An Illusion, A Piece Of Magic, So What You See Is Not What You See.

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.

I Feel More As If I'm Shaping Something With My Hands. I Feel As If I've Always Wanted To Get To That State. Like A Blind Man In A Dark Room Had Some Clay, What Would He Make? I End Up With 2 Or 3 Forms On A Canvas, But It Gets Very Physical For Me.