Basically Painting Is Total Idiocy.

For The First Time, I Wasn't Embarrassed By The Look Of Beauty, Of Elegance, Because When You See Someone Who Has Only One Rag As Their Property, But It Happens To Be Beautiful And Pink And Silk, Beauty Doesn't Have To Be Separated... I Have Always Said That You Shouldn't Have Biases, You Shouldn't Have Prejudices. But Before That [before His Trip To India, Circa 1975] I'd Never Been Able To Use Purple, Because It Was Too Beautiful.

One Has To Believe In What One Is Doing, One Has To Commit Oneself Inwardly, In Order To Do Painting. Once Obsessed, One Ultimately Carries It To The Point Of Believing That One Might Change Human Beings Through Painting. But If One Lacks This Passionate Commitment, There Is Nothing Left To Do. Then It Is Best To Leave It Alone.

I Think A Painting Is More Like The Real World If It's Made Out The Real World.

Screwing Things Up Is A Virtue. Being Correct Is Never The Point. I Have An Almost Fanatically Correct Assistant, And By The Time She Re-spells My Words And Corrects My Punctuation, I Can't Read What I Wrote. Being Right Can Stop All The Momentum Of A Very Interesting Idea.

I Don't Think Any One Person, Whether Artist Or Not, Has Been Given Permission By Anyone To Put The Responsibility Of The Way Things Are On Anyone Else