I Go To The Studio Everyday Because

I Am A Night Painter, So When I Come Into The Studio The Next Morning The Delirium Is Over.

There Are So Many Things In The World - In The Cities - So Much To See. Does Art Need To Represent This Variety And Contribute To Its Proliferation? Can Art Be That Free? The Difficulties Begin When You Understand What It Is That The Soul Will Not Permit The Hand To Make.

Painting Is An Illusion, A Piece Of Magic, So What You See Is Not What You See. I Don't Know What A Painting Is; Who Knows What Sets Off Even The Desire To Paint? It Might Be Things, Thoughts, A Memory, Sensations, Which Have Nothing To Do Directly With Painting Itself. They Can Come From Anything And Anywhere.

There's Some Mysterious Process At Work Here, Which I Don't Even Want To Understand.

I Should Like To Paint Like An Man Who Has Never Seen A Painting, But This Man -myself - Lives In A Museum.