My Painting Does Not Come

On The Floor I Am More At Ease. I Feel Nearer, More Part Of The Painting, Since This Way I Can Walk Around It, Work From The Four Sides And Literally Be In The Painting.

I've Been Thinking Of Death A Lot, And I Am Amazed By Its Inevitability, Frightened, As We All Are, Of The Totally Unknown, And Yet Feel A Long Sleep Is Somehow Earned By Those Of Us Who Live On The Edge.

A Canvas Is An Arena In Which To Act.

Most Of The Paint I Use Is A Liquid, Flowing Kind Of Paint. The Brushes I Use Are More A Sticks Rather Than Brushes – The Brush Doesn’t Touch The Surface On The Canvas, It’s Just Above [so] I Am Able To Be More Free And To Have Greater Freedom And Move About The Canvas, With Greater Ease.

When I'm Painting, I'm Not Aware Of What I'm Doing. It's Only After A Get Acquainted Period That I See What I've Been About. I've No Fears About Making Changes For The Painting Has A Life Of Its Own.