That's What I Mean By Something Grips

There's Some Mysterious Process At Work Here, Which I Don't Even Want To Understand.

No Good To Paint In The Head - What Happens Is What Happens When You Put The Paint Down - You Can Only Hope That You Are Alert - Ready - To See. What Joy It Is For Paint To Become A Thing - A Being. Believe In This Miracle - It Is Your Only Hope. To Will This Transformation Is Not Possible. Only A Slow Maturation Can Prepare The Hand And Eye To Become Quicker Than Ever. Ideas About Art Don't Matter. They Collapse Anyway In Front Of The Painting.

If The Artist Starts Evaluating Himself, It’s An Enormous Block, Isn’t It?

Probably The Most Potent Desire For A Painter, An Image-maker, Is To See It. To See What The Mind Can Think And Imagine, To Realize It For Oneself, Through Oneself, As Concretely As Possible.

Usually I Am On A Work For A Long Stretch, Until A Moment Arrives When The Air Of The Arbitrary Vanishes, And The Paint Falls Into Positions That Feel Destined.