A Painter's Tastes Must Grow

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

It Is The Only Point Of Getting Up Every Morning: To Paint, To Make Something Good, To Make Something Even Better Than Before, Not To Give Up, To Compete, To Be Ambitious.

The Paintings That Really Excite Me Have An Erotic Element Or Side To Them Irrespective Of Subject Matter

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.