The Paint For The Grey Paintings Was

I Never Worked At Painting As If It Were A Job; It Was Always Out Of Interest Or For Fun, A Desire To Try Something.

Unlike The Photography And Prints, I Never Catalogued, Kept Track Of Or Exhibited The Sketches. I Sold Some Occasionally, But Never Saw Myself As A Graphic Artist. They Became More Important To Me Thanks To The Exhibition, However, And I Realized That These Drawings Were Quite Interesting After All.

The Photograph Is The Only Picture That Can Truly Convey Information, Even If It Is Technically Faulty And The Object Can Barely Be Identified. A Painting Of A Murder Is Of No Interest Whatever; But A Photograph Of A Murder Fascinates Everyone.

The Political Topicality Of My October Paintings Means Almost Nothing To Me, But In Many Reviews It Is The First Or Only Thing That Arouses Interest, And The Response To The Pictures Varies According To Current Political Circumstance. I Find This Rather A Distraction.

My Landscapes Are Not Only Beautiful Or Nostalgic, With A Romantic Or Classical Suggestion Of Lost Paradises, But Above All 'untruthful'.