Spiritually I Am Wherever My Spirit Allows

I Think I'm Painting A Picture Of Two Women But It May Turn Out To Be A Landscape.

An Artist Is Forced By Others To Paint Out Of His Own Free Will.

Not Even For A Million Dollars Would I Paint A Tree.

My Interest In Desperation Lies Only In That Sometimes I Find Myself Having Become Desperate. Very Seldom Do I Start Out That Way. I Can See Of Course That, In The Abstract, Thinking And All Activity Is Rather Desperate.

Whatever An Artist's Personal Feelings Are, As Soon As An Artist Fills A Certain Area On The Canvas Or Circumscribes It, He Becomes Historical. He Acts From Or Upon Other Artists.