I Follow The Rules Until I Go

I Had The Landscape In My Arms As I Painted It. I Had The Landscape In My Mind And Shoulder And Wrist.

One Really Beautiful Wrist Motion, That Is Synchronized With Your Head And Heart, And You Have It. It Looks As If It Were Born In A Minute.

A Picture That Is Beautiful, Or That Comes Off, Or That Works, Looks As If It Was All Made At One Stroke.

I Wanted Things That I Couldn't At Times Articulate.

Every So Often Every Artist Feels, 'i'll Never Paint Again. The Muse Has Gone Out The Window.' In 1985, I Hardly Painted At All For Three Months, And It Was Agonizing. I Looked At Reproductions. I Stared At Matisse. I Stared At The Old Masters. I Stared At The Quattrocento. And I Thought To Myself - Don't Push It! If You Try Too Hard To Get At Something, You Almost Push It Away.