There Comes A Point When The Paint

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.

Then You Learn About Composition, You Learn About Old Masters, You Form Certain Ideas About Structure. But The Inhuman Activity Of Trying To Make Some Kind Of Jump Or Leap, Where , The Painting Is Always Saying, 'what Do You Want From Me? I Can Only Be A Painting.' You Have To Go From Part To Part, But You Shouldn't See Yourself Go From Part To Part, That's The Whole Point.

Painting Seems Like Some Kind Of Peculiar Miracle That I Need To Have Again And Again.

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

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