If You're An Artist, The

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.

Art Never Seems To Make Me Peaceful Or Pure.

When, About Fifteen Years Ago, I Walked Into Arshile's Studio For The First Time, The Atmosphere Was So Beautiful That I Got A Little Dizzy And When I Came To, I Was Bright Enough To Take The Hint Immediately. If The Bookkeepers Think It Necessary To Make Sure Of Where Things And People Came From, Well Then, I Came From 36 Union Square. I Am Glad That It Is About Impossible To Get Away From His Powerful Influence.

I See The Canvas And I Begin... It's A Necessary Evil To Get Into The Work, And It's Pretty Marvelous To Be Able To Get Out Of It.

Even An Abstract Form Has To Have A Likeness.