If I Stretch My Arms

If I Stretch My Arms And Wonder Where My Fingers Are - That Is All The Space I Need As A Painter.

I See The Canvas And I Begin... It's A Necessary Evil To Get Into The Work, And It's Pretty Marvelous To Be Able To Get Out Of It.

My Interest In Desperation Lies Only In That Sometimes I Find Myself Having Become Desperate. Very Seldom Do I Start Out That Way. I Can See Of Course That, In The Abstract, Thinking And All Activity Is Rather Desperate.

The Trouble With Being Poor Is That It Takes Up All Your Time.

It's Really Absurd To Make... A Human Image, With Paint, Today, When You Think About It... But Then All Of A Sudden, It Was Even More Absurd Not To Do It.