That's What I Mean By

Look At Any Inspired Painting. It's Like A Gong Sounding; It Puts You In A State Of Reverberation.

We Are Image-makers And Image-ridden... We Work Until We Vanish.

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

Do I Really Believe That? I Make A Mark, A Few Strokes, I Argue With Myself, Not Do I Like Or Not, But Is It True Or Not? Is That What I Mean, Is That What I Want?

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