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I Almost Never Start With An Image. I Start With A Painting Idea, An Impulse, Usually Derived From My Own World.

Wherever Art Appears, Life Disappears.

An Odd Contradiction, If The Layman Were Correct In His Unconscious Assumption That An Artist Begins With Reality And Ends With Art: The Converse Is True - To The Degree That This Dichotomy Has Any Truth - The Artist Begins With Art, And Through It Arrives At Reality.

For Twenty Years I Read A Book A Day, From The Time I Was Seven Until I Was Twenty-seven.

A Subject Emerges From An Interaction Between My Self, My I, And My Medium.