What My Art Probably Lacks Is A

I Want To Be As Though New-born, Knowing Nothing, Absolutely Nothing. Then I Want To Do Something Modest; To Work Out By Myself A Tiny, Formal Motive, One That My Pencil Will Be Able To Hold Without Technique.

An Active Line On A Walk, Moving Freely, Without Goal. A Walk For A Walk's Sake.

Sometimes I Dream Of A Work Of Really Great Breadth, Ranging Through The Whole Region Of Object, Meaning, And Style. This, I Fear, Will Remain A Dream, But It Is A Good Thing To Bear The Possibility Occasionally In Mind.

The Painter Should Not Paint What He Sees, But What Will Be Seen.

A Line Is A Dot That Went For A Walk.