I'm Not Interested In Painting;

Frustration Is One Of The Great Things In Art. Satisfaction Is Nothing.

That's What I Mean By Something Grips In A Canvas. The Moment That Happens You Are Then Sucked Into The Whole Thing. Like Some Kind Of Rhythm.

If The Artist Starts Evaluating Himself, It’s An Enormous Block, Isn’t It?

There's Some Mysterious Process At Work Here, Which I Don't Even Want To Understand.

Then You Learn About Composition, You Learn About Old Masters, You Form Certain Ideas About Structure. But The Inhuman Activity Of Trying To Make Some Kind Of Jump Or Leap, Where , The Painting Is Always Saying, 'what Do You Want From Me? I Can Only Be A Painting.' You Have To Go From Part To Part, But You Shouldn't See Yourself Go From Part To Part, That's The Whole Point.