I Knew De Kooning And I Went

I Need To Be Alone For Certain Periods Of Time Or I Violate My Own Rhythm.

I Have Never Been Able To Understand The Artist Whose Image Never Changes.

I Am Never Free Of The Past. I Have Made It Crystal Clear That I Believe The Past Is Part Of The Present Which Becomes Part Of The Future.

All My Work Keeps Going Like A Pendulum; It Seems To Swing Back To Something I Was Involved With Earlier, Or It Moves Between Horizontality And Verticality, Circularlity, Or A Composite Of Them. For Me, I Suppose, That Change Is The Only Constant.

The Key Is What Is Within The Artist. The Artist Can Only Paint What She Or He Is About.