I've Explored A Variety Of Directions And

What Concerns Me When I Work, Is Not Whether The Picture Is A Landscape, Or Whether It's Pastoral, Or Whether Somebody Will See A Sunset In It. What Concerns Me Is - Did I Make A Beautiful Picture?

In Relations With People, As In Art, If You Always Stick To Style, Manners, And What Will Work, And You're Never Caught Off Guard, Then Some Beautiful Experiences Never Happen.

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.

What Has Made It Work, Or What Makes Certain Paintings Successful Or Not, Has To Do With My Being A Painter And A Thinking, Feeling Person, More Than My Sex, Color, Height, Origin.

Art Has A Will Of Its Own. It Has Nothing To Do With The Taste Of The Moment Or What's Expected Of You. That's A Formula For Dead Art, Or Fashionable Art.