I'm Working In My Mind.

I Think That One Wants From A Painting A Sense Of Life. The Final Suggestion, The Final Statement, Has To Be Not A Deliberate Statement But A Helpless Statement. It Has To Be What You Can't Avoid Saying.

It’s Almost Just A Difference Of Mood As To Whether I Would Describe Myself One Way Or The Other. I Think I Share That Experience With Most People.

There Was Very Little Art In My Childhood.

I Tend To Like Things That Already Exist.

Make Something, A Kind Of Object, Which As It Changes Or Falls Apart (dies As It Were) Or Increases In Its Parts (grows As It Were) Offers No Clue As To What Its State Or Form Or Nature Was At Any Previous Time. Physical And Metaphysical. Obstinacy. Could This Be A Useful Object?