When I Don't Feel In

My Aim In Painting Has Always Been The Most Exact Transcription Possible Of My Most Intimate Impression Of Nature.

The Only Real Influence I've Ever Had Was Myself.

There Will Be, I Think, An Attempt To Grasp Again The Surprise And Accidents Of Nature And A More Intimate And Sympathetic Study Of Its Moods, Together With A Renewed Wonder And Humility On The Part Of Such As Are Still Capable Of These Basic Reactions.

Well, I've Always Been Interested In Approaching A Big City In A Train, And I Can't Exactly Describe The Sensations, But They're Entirely Human And Perhaps Have Nothing To Do With Aesthetics.

The Idea (for The Painting 'room In New York', 1932, Ed.) Had Been In My Mind A Long Time Before I Painted It. It Was Suggested By Glimpses Of Lighted Interiors Seen As I Walked Along City Streets At Night, Probably Near The District Where I Live (washington Square, New York, Fh) Although It's No Particular Street Or House, But Is Really A Synthesis Of Many Impressions.