We Are Image-makers And Image-ridden... We Work

The Canvas You Are Working On Modifies The Previous Ones In An Unending, Baffling Chain Which Never Seems To Finish. What Sympathy Is Demanded Of The Viewer? He Is Asked To 'see' The Future Links.

Do I Really Believe That? I Make A Mark, A Few Strokes, I Argue With Myself, Not Do I Like Or Not, But Is It True Or Not? Is That What I Mean, Is That What I Want?

When I See People Making 'abstract' Painting, I Think It's Just A Dialogue And A Dialogue Isn't Enough. That Is To Say, There Is You Painting And This Canvas. I Think There Has To Be A Third Thing; It Has To Be A Trialogue.

I Do Not See Why The Loss Of Faith In The Known Image And Symbol In Our Time Should Be Celebrated As A Freedom. It Is A Loss From Which We Suffer, And This Pathos Motivates Modern Painting And Poetry At Its Heart.

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.