For Me, A Painting Must Give Off

I Make No Distinction Between Poetry And Painting.

Never, Never Do I Set To Work On A Canvas In The State It Comes In From The Shop. I Provoke Accidents - A Form, A Splotch Of Color. Any Accident Is Good Enough. I Let The Matiere Decide. Then I Prepare A Ground By, For Example, Wiping My Brushes On The Canvas. Letting Fall Some Drops Of Turpentine On It Would Do Just As Well. If I Want To Make A Drawing I Crumple The Sheet Of Paper Or I Wet It; The Flowing Water Traces A Line And This Line May Suggest What Is To Come Next.

I Want To Assassinate Painting.

I Try To Apply Colors Like Words That Shape Poems, Like Notes That Shape Music.

A Simple Line Painted With The Brush Can Lead To Freedom And Happiness.