Each Brushstroke Is A Decision.

In The End I Realize That Whatever Meaning That Picture Has Is The Accumulated Meaning Of Ten Thousand Brushstrokes, Each One Being Decided As It Was Painted.

Every Picture One Paints Involves Not Painting Others.

A Subject Emerges From An Interaction Between My Self, My I, And My Medium.

Painting Is A Medium In Which The Mind Can Actualize Itself; It Is A Medium Of Thought. Thus Painting, Like Music, Tends To Become Its Own Content.

Every Intelligent Painter Carries The Whole Culture Of Modern Painting In His Head. It Is His Real Subject, Of Which Everything He Paints In Both An Homage And A Critique, And Everything He Says Is A Gloss.