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The Key Is What Is Within The Artist. The Artist Can Only Paint What She Or He Is About.

I Think, If One Is A Painter, All You Experience Does Come Out When You’re Painting.

I Never Violate An Inner Rhythm. I Loathe To Force Anything. I Don't Know If The Inner Rhythm Is Eastern Or Western. I Know It Is Essential For Me. I Listen To It And I Stay With It. I Have Always Been This Way. I Have Regards For The Inner Voice.

Painting, For Me, When It Really 'happens,' Is As Miraculous As Any Natural Phenomenon - As Say, A Lettuce Leaf. By 'happens,' I Mean The Painting In Which The Inner Aspect Of Man And His Outer Aspects Interlock.

I Need To Be Alone For Certain Periods Of Time Or I Violate My Own Rhythm.