There Was Very Little Art In My

Marcel Duchamp, One Of This Century's Pioneers, Moved His Work Through The Retinal Boundaries Which Had Been Established With Impressionism Into A Field Where Language, Thought And Vision Act Upon One Another. There It Changed Form Through A Complex Interplay Of New Mental And Physical Materials, Heralding Many Of The Technical, Mental And Visual Details To Be Found In More Recent Art... He Declared That He Wanted To Kill Art ("for Myself") But His Persistent Attempts To Destroy Frames Of Reference Altered Our Thinking, Established New Units Of Thought, A "new Thought For That Object."

I Think That One Wants From A Painting A Sense Of Life. The Final Suggestion, The Final Statement, Has To Be Not A Deliberate Statement But A Helpless Statement. It Has To Be What You Can't Avoid Saying.

I Often Find That Having An Idea In My Head Prevents Me From Doing Something Else. Working Is Therefore A Way Of Getting Rid Of An Idea.

Put A Lot Of Paint & A Wooden Ball Or Other Object On A Board. Push To The Other End Of The Board. Use This In A Painting. - Ruler On Board.

As One Gets Older One Sees Many More Paths That Could Be Taken. Artists Sense Within Their Own Work That Kind Of Swelling Of Possibilities, Which May Seem A Freedom Or A Confusion.