I Think, If One Is

I Think, If One Is A Painter, All You Experience Does Come Out When You’re Painting.

In The Late 30s The Name Pollock Was Totally Unknown And Unheard Of.

I Need To Be Alone For Certain Periods Of Time Or I Violate My Own Rhythm.

My Own Image Of My Work Is That I No Sooner Settle Into Something Than A Break Occurs. These Breaks Are Always Painful And Depressing But Despite Them I See That There's A Consistency That Holds Out, But Is Hard To Define.

All My Work Keeps Going Like A Pendulum; It Seems To Swing Back To Something I Was Involved With Earlier, Or It Moves Between Horizontality And Verticality, Circularlity, Or A Composite Of Them. For Me, I Suppose, That Change Is The Only Constant.