The Painter Must Give A

I Paint People, Not Because Of What They Are Like, Not Exactly In Spite Of What They Are Like, But How They Happen To Be.

I Remember Francis Bacon Would Say That He Felt He Was Giving Art What He Thought It Previously Lacked. With Me, It's What Yeats Called The Fascination With What's Difficult. I'm Only Trying To Do What I Can't Do.

And, Since The Model He Faithfully Copies Is Not Going To Be Hung Up Next To The Picture, Since The Picture Is Going To Be There On Its Own, It Is Of No Interest Whether It Is An Accurate Copy Of The Model.

Sometimes, When I've Been Staring Too Hard, I've Noticed That I Could See The Circumference Of My Own Eye.

What Do I Ask Of A Painting? I Ask It To Astonish, Disturb, Seduce, Convince.