We Get Used To A Certain Kind

All My Work Keeps Going Like A Pendulum; It Seems To Swing Back To Something I Was Involved With Earlier, Or It Moves Between Horizontality And Verticality, Circularlity, Or A Composite Of Them. For Me, I Suppose, That Change Is The Only Constant.

I Like A Canvas To Breathe And Be Alive. Be Alive Is The Point. And, As The Limitations Are Something Called Pigment And Canvas, Let's See If I Can Do It.

People Were Very Affected By The War. But It Didn't Mean You Stopped Painting Unless You Were Called Into The Army; Then You Just Couldn't Paint. But Otherwise One Continued.

My Own Image Of My Work Is That I No Sooner Settle Into Something Than A Break Occurs. These Breaks Are Always Painful And Depressing But Despite Them I See That There's A Consistency That Holds Out, But Is Hard To Define.

As I Say, I As An Abstract Artist Was Active Politically.