When I Look At A Body It

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

The Model Should Only Serve The Very Private Function For The Painter Of Providing The Starting Point For His Excitement

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 Paintings Live Because Their Creator Has Been Passionately Attentive To Their Theme, And His Attention Has Left Something For Us To Look At. It Seems A Sort Of Miracle.

I Want Paint To Work As Flesh... My Portraits To Be Of The People, Not Like Them. Not Having A Look Of The Sitter, Being Them ... As Far As I Am Concerned The Paint Is The Person. I Want It To Work For Me Just As Flesh Does.