I Often Find That Having An Idea

I Think Through Living One's Life, One Both Changes And Remains The Same. One Can See It Either Way, One Can See Oneself As Being Now What One Was And One Can See Oneself As Being Absolutely Different From What One Was. It's A Trick Of Thought.

I Don't Know How To Organise Thoughts. I Don't Know How To Have Thoughts.

I'm Working In My Mind.

In My Early Work, I Tried To Hide My Personality, My Psychological State, My Emotions. This Was Partly Due To My Feelings About Myself And Partly Due To My Feelings About Painting At The Time. I Sort Of Stuck To My Guns For A While But Eventually It Seemed Like A Losing Battle. Finally One Must Simply Drop The Reserve.

There Was Very Little Art In My Childhood.