Art Never Seems To Make Me Peaceful

Art Never Seems To Make Me Peaceful Or Pure.

Maybe In That Earlier Phase I Was Painting The Woman In Me. Art Isn't A Wholly Masculine Occupation, You Know.

The Drawings That Interest Me Most Are Made With Closed Eyes. With Eyes Closed, I Feel My Hand Slide Down On The Paper. I Have An Image In Mind, But The Results Always Surprise Me.

The Point They (lissitzky, Rodchenko, Tatlin, Gabo, The Neo-plasticists, And So On) All Had In Common Was To Be Inside And Outside At The Same Time. For Me, To Be Inside And Outside Is To Be In An Unheated Studio With Broken Windows In The Winter, Or Taking A Nap On Somebody's Porch In The Summer.

Every So Often, A Painter Has To Destroy Painting. Cezanne Did It, Picasso Did It With Cubism. Then Pollock Did It. He Busted Our Idea Of A Picture All To Hell. Then There Could Be New Paintings Again.