Not Even For A Million Dollars Would

Content Is A Glimpse Of Something, An Encounter Like A Flash. It's Very Tiny - Very Tiny. Content.

I Have To Change To Stay The Same.

My Interest In Desperation Lies Only In That Sometimes I Find Myself Having Become Desperate. Very Seldom Do I Start Out That Way. I Can See Of Course That, In The Abstract, Thinking And All Activity Is Rather Desperate.

Once, After Finishing A Picture, I Thought I Would Stop For Awhile, Take A Trip, Do Things-the Next Time I Thought Of This, I Found Five Years Had Gone By.

The Point They (lissitzky, Rodchenko, Tatlin, Gabo, The Neo-plasticists, And So On) All Had In Common Was To Be Inside And Outside At The Same Time. For Me, To Be Inside And Outside Is To Be In An Unheated Studio With Broken Windows In The Winter, Or Taking A Nap On Somebody's Porch In The Summer.