The Painting Has A Life

I Continue To Get Further Away From The Usual Painter's Tools Such As Easel, Palette, Brushes, Etc.

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.

In Response To The Question, 'how Do You Know When You're Finished?' Pollock Replied, 'how Do You Know When You're Finished Making Love?

When I Am In A Painting, I'm Not Aware Of What I'm Doing. It Is Only After A Sort Of 'get Acquainted' Period That I See What I Have Been About. I Have No Fears About Making Changes, Destroying The Image, Etc, Because The Painting Has A Life Of Its Own. I Try To Let It Come Through. It Is Only When I Lose Contact With The Painting That The Result Is A Mess. Otherwise There Is Pure Harmony, An Easy Give And Take, And The Painting Comes Out Well.

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.