Well, I Have A Very Simple Method

If You Could Say It In Words There Would Be No Reason To Paint.

Great Art Is The Outward Expression Of An Inner Life In The Artist, And This Inner Life Will Result In His Personal Vision Of The World.

More Of Me Comes Out When I Improvise.

After All, We Are Not French And Never Can Be, And Any Attempt To Be So Is To Deny Our Inheritance And To Try To Impose Upon Ourselves A Character That Can Be Nothing But A Veneer Upon The Surface.

The Idea (for The Painting 'room In New York', 1932, Ed.) Had Been In My Mind A Long Time Before I Painted It. It Was Suggested By Glimpses Of Lighted Interiors Seen As I Walked Along City Streets At Night, Probably Near The District Where I Live (washington Square, New York, Fh) Although It's No Particular Street Or House, But Is Really A Synthesis Of Many Impressions.