There Was Very Little Art

My Experience With Life Is That It's Very Fragmented. In One Place Certain Kinds Of Thing Occur, And In Another Place A Different Kind Of Thing Occurs. I Would Like My Work To Have Some Vivid Indication Of Those Differences. I Guess, In Painting, It Would Amount To Different Kinds Of Space Being Represented In It.

I’m Interested In Things Which Suggest The World Rather Than Express The Personality... The Most Conventional Thing, The Most Ordinary - It Seems To Me That Those Things Can Be Dealt With Without Having To Judge Them; They Seem To Me To Exist As Clear Facts, Not Involving Aesthetic Hierarchy.

I Decided That If My Work Contained What I Could Identify As A Likeness To Other Work, I Would Remove It.

Make Something, A Kind Of Object, Which As It Changes Or Falls Apart (dies As It Were) Or Increases In Its Parts (grows As It Were) Offers No Clue As To What Its State Or Form Or Nature Was At Any Previous Time. Physical And Metaphysical. Obstinacy. Could This Be A Useful Object?

To Me, Self-description Is A Calamity.