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The Artist Himself May Not Think He Is Religious, But If He Is Sincere His Sincerity In Itself Is Religion.

How Badly I Want That Nameless Thing! First There Must Be An Idea, A Feeling... Maybe It Was An Abstract Idea That You've Got To Find A Symbol For, Or Maybe It Was A Concrete Form That You Have To Simplify Or Distort To Meet Your Ends, But That Starting Point Must Pervade The Whole.

Last Night I Dreamed That I Came Face To Face With A Picture I Had Done And Forgotten, A Forest Done In Simple Movement, Just Forms Of Trees Moving In Space. That Is The Third Time I Have Seen Pictures In My Dreams, A Glint Of What I Am Striving To Attain.

Rentals Sank, Living Rose. I Could Not Afford Help. I Must Be Owner, Agent, Landlady And Janitor. I Loathed Landladying... I Tried In Every Way To Augment My Income. Small Fruit, Hens, Rabbits, Dogs - Pottery... I Never Painted Now - Had Neither Time Nor Wanting. For About Fifteen Years I Did Not Paint.

When You Really Think About Your Hand You Begin To Realize Its Connection, To Sense The Hum Of Your Own Being Passing Through It. When We Look At A Piece Of The Universe We Should Feel The Same.