I Have Had No True Friends, Only

Formerly Pictures Used To Move Towards Completion In Progressive Stages. Each Day Would Bring Something New. A Picture Was A Sum Of Additions. With Me, Picture Is A Sum Of Destructions. I Do A Picture, Then I Destroy It. But In The Long Run Nothing Is Lost; The Red That I Took Away From One Place Turns Up Somewhere Else.

Painting Is Just Another Way Of Keeping A Diary.

One Must Act In Painting As In Life, Directly.

Painting Is Not Done To Decorate Apartments. It Is An Instrument Of War.

Inspiration Exists, But It Has To Find Us Working.