As I Say, I As An Abstract

At That Point It Certainly Would Be Called Abstract. That Is To Say, You Had A Model And There'd Be One Or Two Or Three People There Drawing The Model But Otherwise You Had Abstractions All Around The Room, Even Though The Model Was In Front Of You.

In The Late 30s The Name Pollock Was Totally Unknown And Unheard Of.

I Have Never Been Able To Understand The Artist Whose Image Never Changes.

My Own Image Of My Work Is That I No Sooner Settle Into Something Than A Break Occurs. These Breaks Are Always Painful And Depressing But Despite Them I See That There's A Consistency That Holds Out, But Is Hard To Define.

I Went Into My Own Black-out Period Which Lasted Two Or Three Years Where The Canvases Would Simply Build Up Until They'd Get Like Stone And It Was Always Just A Gray Mess. The Image Wouldn't Emerge, But I Worked Pretty Regularly. I Was Fighting To Find I Knew Not What, But I Could No Longer Stay With What I Had.