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Working Is Very Important To Me. Probably Because As A Child I Was Taught That Work Was Good. I Don’t Believe It Intellectually But I Identify With That Idea. So It’s Probably Just Like A Habit.

Art As A Fantasy Has Been One Of My Earliest Experiences. I Suppose A Lot Of My Childhood Was A Fantasy That Involved Getting Away From Things I Didn't Like. Fortunately It Had Some Relationship To Reality So That Later I Was Able To, To Some Extent, Act As I Imagined I Might.

I Think That One Wants From A Painting A Sense Of Life. The Final Suggestion, The Final Statement, Has To Be Not A Deliberate Statement But A Helpless Statement. It Has To Be What You Can't Avoid Saying.

I Think Through Living One's Life, One Both Changes And Remains The Same. One Can See It Either Way, One Can See Oneself As Being Now What One Was And One Can See Oneself As Being Absolutely Different From What One Was. It's A Trick Of Thought.

Art Is Either A Complaint Or Appeasement.