Doing What You Were Born To Do

It Would Be An Endless Battle If It Were All Up To Ego Because It Does Not Destroy And Is Not Destroyed By Itself It Is Like A Wave It Makes Itself Up, It Rushes Forward Getting Nowhere Really It Crashes, Withdraws And Makes Itself Up Again Pulls Itself Together With Pride Towers With Pride Rushes Forward Into Imaginary Conquest Crashes In Frustration Withdraws With Remorse And Repentance Pulls Itself Together With New Resolution

When I First Made A Grid I Happened To Be Thinking Of The Innocence Of Trees And Then This Grid Came Into My Mind And I Thought It Represented Innocence, And I Still Do, And So I Painted It And Then I Was Satisfied. I Thought, This Is My Vision.

What We Really Want To Do Is Serve Happiness. We Want Everyone To Be Happy, Never Unhappy Even For A Moment. We Want The Animals To Be Happy. The Happiness Of Every Living Thing Is What We Want.

Pollock Was Terrific. I Think He Freed Himself Of All Kinds Of Worry About This World. Ran Around And Dripped, And Then He Managed To Express Ecstasy.

It's Through Discipline And Tremendous Disappointment And Failure That You Arrive At What It Is You Must Paint.