Every Picture One Paints Involves Not Painting

Any Incentive To Paint Is As Good As Any Other. There Is No Poor Subject.

An Odd Contradiction, If The Layman Were Correct In His Unconscious Assumption That An Artist Begins With Reality And Ends With Art: The Converse Is True - To The Degree That This Dichotomy Has Any Truth - The Artist Begins With Art, And Through It Arrives At Reality.

A Main Part Of The Struggle Of Art Has Been To Make An Art That Is Direct, Simple, Humane, Unconnected With Powers That Be In Their Essence... To The Degree That It Is Connected With The Bourgeoisie Via The Marketplace And So On Is Not Necessarily An Artist's Problem.

The 'pure' Red Of Which Certain Abstractionists Speak Does Not Exist. Any Red Is Rooted In Blood, Glass, Wine, Hunters' Caps And A Thousand Other Concrete Phenomena. Otherwise We Would Have No Feeling Toward Red And Its Relations.

What Could Be More Interesting, Or In The End, More Ecstatic, Than In Those Rare Moments When You See Another Person Look At Something You've Made, And Realize That They Got It Exactly, That Your Heart Jumped To Their Heart With Nothing In Between.