An Artist Is Someone Who Makes Art...

My Interest In Desperation Lies Only In That Sometimes I Find Myself Having Become Desperate. Very Seldom Do I Start Out That Way. I Can See Of Course That, In The Abstract, Thinking And All Activity Is Rather Desperate.

I Paint The Way I Do Because I Can Keep On Putting More And More Things In - Like Drama, Pain, Anger, Love, A Figure, A Horse, My Ideas Of Space. It Doesn't Matter If It Differs From Mine, As Long As It Comes From The Painting, Which Has Its Own Integrity And Intensity.

The Idea Of Space Is Given To The Artist To Change If He Can. The Subject Matter In The Abstract Is Space.

You Have To Keep On The Very Edge Of Something, All The Time, Or The Picture Dies.

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.