Once The Object Has Been Constructed, I

The Head Is What Matters. The Rest Of The Body Plays The Part Of Antennae Making Life Possible For People And Life Itself Is Inside The Skull.

I've Been Fifty Thousand Times To The Louvre. I Have Copied Everything In Drawing, Trying To Understand.

The More You Fail, The More You Succeed. It Is Only When Everything Is Lost And - Instead Of Giving Up - You Go On, That You Experience The Momentary Prospect Of Some Slight Progress. Suddenly You Have The Feeling - Be It An Illusion Or Not - That Something New Has Opened Up.

I See Something, Find It Marvelous, Want To Try And Do It. Whether It Fails Or Whether It Comes Off In The End Becomes Secondary. . . . So Long As I've Learned Something About Why.

All The Art Of The Past Rises Up Before Me, The Art Of All Ages And All Civilizations, Everything Becomes Simultaneous, As If Space Had Replaced Time. Memories Of Works Of Art Blend With Affective Memories, With My Work, With My Whole Life.