When I Look At A Body It

The Process Of Creation Becomes Necessary To The Painter Perhaps More Than Is The Picture. The Process In Fact Is Habit-forming

Everything Is Autobiographical And Everything Is A Portrait.

When I Look At A Body It Gives Me Choice Of What To Put In A Painting, What Will Suit Me And What Won't. There Is A Distinction Between Fact And Truth. Truth Has An Element Of Revelation About It. If Something Is True, It Does More Than Strike One As Merely Being So.

A Moment Of Complete Happiness Never Occurs In The Creation Of A Work Of Art. The Promise Of It Is Felt In The Act Of Creation But Disappears Towards The Completion Of The Work. For It Is Then The Painter Realises That It Is Only A Picture He Is Painting. Until Then He Had Almost Dared To Hope The Picture Might Spring To Life.

The Painter Makes Real To Others His Innermost Feelings About All That He Cares For. A Secret Becomes Known To Everyone Who Views The Picture Through The Intensity With Which It Is Felt.