It Is Neither Art For Art, Nor

This Is A Portrait Of Iris Clert If I Say So.

It's So Easy To Be Undisciplined. And To Be Disciplined Is So Against My Character, My General Nature Anyway, That I Have To Strain A Little Bit To Keep On The Right Track.

Very Quickly A Painting Is Turned Into A Facsimile Of Itself When One Becomes So Familiar With With It That One Recognizes It Without Looking At It.

There Was A Whole Language That I Could Never Make Function For Myself; It Revolved Around Words Like 'tortured', 'struggle'. 'pain'.. .i Could Never See These Qualities In Paint - I Could See Them In Life And Art That Illustrates Life. But I Could Not See Such Conflicts In The Materials And I Knew That It Had To Be In The Attitude Of The Painter.

Success Is A Worn Down Pencil.