I Had The Landscape In My Arms

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.

I Have Always Been Concerned With Painting That Simultaneously Insists On A Flat Surface And Then Denies It.

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

The Question Of Sex Will Take Care Of Itself.

There Are Many Accidents That Are Nothing But Accidents-and Forget It. But There Are Some That Were Brought About Only Because You Are The Person You Are... You Have The Wherewithal, Intelligence, And Energy To Recognize It And Do Something With It.