Art Never Seems To Make

Once, After Finishing A Picture, I Thought I Would Stop For Awhile, Take A Trip, Do Things-the Next Time I Thought Of This, I Found Five Years Had Gone By.

Art Never Seems To Make Me Peaceful Or Pure.

The Attitude That Nature Is Chaotic And That The Artist Puts Order Into It Is A Very Absurd Point Of View, I Think. All That We Can Hope For Is To Put Some Order Into Ourselves.

It's Really Absurd To Make... A Human Image, With Paint, Today, When You Think About It... But Then All Of A Sudden, It Was Even More Absurd Not To Do It.

Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.