There Was Very Little Art In My

I Think That One Wants From A Painting A Sense Of Life. The Final Suggestion, The Final Statement, Has To Be Not A Deliberate Statement But A Helpless Statement. It Has To Be What You Can't Avoid Saying.

Art Is Either A Complaint Or Appeasement.

Generally, I Am Opposed To Painting Which Is Concerned With Conceptions Of Simplicity. Everything Looks Busy To Me.

One Night I Dreamed That I Painted A Large American Flag, And The Next Morning I Got Up And I Went Out And Bought The Materials To Begin It.

I Think Through Living One's Life, One Both Changes And Remains The Same. One Can See It Either Way, One Can See Oneself As Being Now What One Was And One Can See Oneself As Being Absolutely Different From What One Was. It's A Trick Of Thought.