The Canvas Is A Court Where The

There's Some Mysterious Process At Work Here, Which I Don't Even Want To Understand.

We Are Image-makers And Image-ridden... We Work Until We Vanish.

No Good To Paint In The Head - What Happens Is What Happens When You Put The Paint Down - You Can Only Hope That You Are Alert - Ready - To See. What Joy It Is For Paint To Become A Thing - A Being. Believe In This Miracle - It Is Your Only Hope. To Will This Transformation Is Not Possible. Only A Slow Maturation Can Prepare The Hand And Eye To Become Quicker Than Ever. Ideas About Art Don't Matter. They Collapse Anyway In Front Of The Painting.

Lots Of Artists Who Paint Have The Experience To One Degree Or Another... Where Their Thinking Doesn't Precede Their Doing... It's A Funny Thing, What I Really Hate Yet I Have To Go Through With It, Is The Preparation.

I'm Not Interested In Painting; I'm Not Interested In Making A Picture. Then What The Hell Am I Interested In? I Must Be Interested In This Process.