One Works Without Thinking How To Work.

Whatever I Do Seems Artificial And False, To Me.

Make Something, A Kind Of Object, Which As It Changes Or Falls Apart (dies As It Were) Or Increases In Its Parts (grows As It Were) Offers No Clue As To What Its State Or Form Or Nature Was At Any Previous Time. Physical And Metaphysical. Obstinacy. Could This Be A Useful Object?

It's Simple, You Just Take Something And Do Something To It, And Then Do Something Else To It. Keep Doing This, And Pretty Soon You've Got Something.

There Was Very Little Art In My Childhood.

I’m Interested In Things Which Suggest The World Rather Than Express The Personality... The Most Conventional Thing, The Most Ordinary - It Seems To Me That Those Things Can Be Dealt With Without Having To Judge Them; They Seem To Me To Exist As Clear Facts, Not Involving Aesthetic Hierarchy.