When We Describe A Process,

I Pursue No Intentions, No Directions; I Have No Program, No Style And No Mission.

I Didn't Actually Know What The Protesters In The West Really Wanted. It Was Fantastic Here, So Much Freedom, And That Was What They Were Calling Musty, Middle-class, And Fascistic, A Bleak Period. Bleak Was What The Gdr Was, And It Alone Had Adopted, Almost Unchanged, Nazi Germany's Methods Of Intimidation And Ideas About Propaganda And The Use Of Force.

But My Motivation Was More A Matter Of Wanting To Create Order - To Keep Track Of Things. All Those Boxes Full Of Photographs And Sketches Weigh You Down, Because They Have Something Unfinished, Incomplete, About Them. So It's Better To Present The Usable Material In An Orderly Fashion And Throw The Other Stuff Away. That's How The Atlas Came To Be, And I Exhibited It A Few Times.

Art Should Be Serious, Not A Joke. I Dont Like To Laugh About Art.

This Superficial Blurring Has Something To Do With The Incapacity I Have Just Mentioned. I Can Make No Statement About Reality Clearer Than My Own Relationship To Reality; And This Has A Great Deal To Do With Imprecision, Uncertainty, Transience, Incompleteness, Or Whatever. But This Doesn't Explain The Pictures. At Best It Explains What Led To Their Being Painted.