All Photographs Are Far More Important Than

When I First Painted A Number Of Canvases Grey All Over (about Eight Years Ago), I Did So Because I Did Not Know What To Paint, Or What There Might Be To Paint: So Wretched A Start Could Lead To Nothing Meaningful. As Time Went On, However, I Observed Differences Of Quality Among The Grey Surfaces - And Also That These Betrayed Nothing Of The Destructive Motivation That Lay Behind Them. The Pictures Began To Teach Me. By Generalizing A Personal Dilemma, They Resolved It.

But I Would Like To Reach The Point Where I Could Cut Up An Illustrated Magazine At Random And See To It That The Parts Would Each Become A Painting. I Cannot Properly Explain It Right Now. Already Now I Am Searching For The Most Boring And Irrelevant Photo Material That I Can Find. And I Would Like To Get To The Point Soon Where This Determined Irrelevance Could Be Retained, In Favor Of Something That Would Be Covered Up Otherwise By Artifice.

A Lot Of Different Things Had To Come Together Over The Years, Accumulated Experiences Of A General And Personal Nature, Before The Idea And The Decision Were Developed And Then Carried Out.

The Truth... When They Have A Similar Structure To And Are Organized In As Truthful A Way As Nature. When I Look Out Of The Window, Then Truth For Me Is The Way Nature Shows Itself In Its Various Tones, Colours And Proportions. That's A Truth And Has Its Own Correctness. This Little Slice Of Nature, And In Fact Any Given Piece Of Nature, Represents To Me An Ongoing Challenge, And Is A Model For My Paintings.

I Pursue No Objectives, No Systems, No Tendency; I Have No Program, No Style, No Direction. I Have No Time For Specialized Concerns, Working Themes, Or Variations That Lead To Mastery. I Steer Clear Of Definitions. I Don’t Know What I Want. I Am Inconsistent, Non-committal, Passive; I Like The Indefinite, The Boundless; I Like Continual Uncertainty.