Whatever I Do Seems Artificial And False,

One Likes To Think That One Anticipates Changes In The Spaces We Inhabit, And Our Ideas About Space.

Marcel Duchamp, One Of This Century's Pioneers, Moved His Work Through The Retinal Boundaries Which Had Been Established With Impressionism Into A Field Where Language, Thought And Vision Act Upon One Another. There It Changed Form Through A Complex Interplay Of New Mental And Physical Materials, Heralding Many Of The Technical, Mental And Visual Details To Be Found In More Recent Art... He Declared That He Wanted To Kill Art ("for Myself") But His Persistent Attempts To Destroy Frames Of Reference Altered Our Thinking, Established New Units Of Thought, A "new Thought For That Object."

My Experience With Life Is That It's Very Fragmented. In One Place Certain Kinds Of Thing Occur, And In Another Place A Different Kind Of Thing Occurs. I Would Like My Work To Have Some Vivid Indication Of Those Differences. I Guess, In Painting, It Would Amount To Different Kinds Of Space Being Represented In It.

One Wants One's Work To Be The World, But Of Course It's Never The World. The Work Is In The World; It Never Contains The Whole Thing.

When Something Is New To Us, We Treat It As An Experience. We Feel That Our Senses Are Awake And Clear. We Are Alive.