My Concern Is Never Art,

I Don't Mess Around With My Subconscious

I Wouldn't Use The Same Color In A Picture In More Than One Place

But I Was In Awe Of The Painters; I Mean I Was New In New York, And I Thought The Painting That Was Going On Here Was Just Unbelievable

There Was A Whole Language That I Could Never Make Function For Myself; It Revolved Around Words Like 'tortured', 'struggle'. 'pain'.. .i Could Never See These Qualities In Paint - I Could See Them In Life And Art That Illustrates Life. But I Could Not See Such Conflicts In The Materials And I Knew That It Had To Be In The Attitude Of The Painter.

It's So Easy To Be Undisciplined. And To Be Disciplined Is So Against My Character, My General Nature Anyway, That I Have To Strain A Little Bit To Keep On The Right Track.