The Key Is What Is

One Could Go On For Ever As To Whether The Paint Should Be Thick Or Thin, Whether To Paint The Woman Or The Square, Hard-edge Or Soft, But After A While Such Questions Become A Bore. They Are Merely Problems In Aesthetics, Having Only To Do With The Outer Man.

I Think My Painting Is So Autobiographical If Anyone Can Take The Trouble To Read It.

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.

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