People Ask Me, 'don't You Ever Run

You Begin With The Possibilities Of The Material.

I Never Allowed Myself The Luxury Of Those Brilliant, Beautiful Colors Until I Went To India And Saw People Walking Around In Them Or Dragging Them In The Mud. I Realised They Were Not So Artificial.

There Was A Whole Language That I Could Never Make Function For Myself; It Revolved Around Words Like 'tortured', 'struggle'. 'pain'.. .i Could Never See These Qualities In Paint - I Could See Them In Life And Art That Illustrates Life. But I Could Not See Such Conflicts In The Materials And I Knew That It Had To Be In The Attitude Of The Painter.

I Think A Painting Is More Like The Real World If It's Made Out The Real World.

Even At This Late Date, I Go Into My Studio, And I Think 'is This Going To Be It? Is It The End?' You See, Nearly Everything Terrorizes Me. When An Artist Loses That Terror, He's Through.