I Don't Start With A Color Order,

Every So Often Every Artist Feels, 'i'll Never Paint Again. The Muse Has Gone Out The Window.' In 1985, I Hardly Painted At All For Three Months, And It Was Agonizing. I Looked At Reproductions. I Stared At Matisse. I Stared At The Old Masters. I Stared At The Quattrocento. And I Thought To Myself - Don't Push It! If You Try Too Hard To Get At Something, You Almost Push It Away.

Art Has A Will Of Its Own. It Has Nothing To Do With The Taste Of The Moment Or What's Expected Of You. That's A Formula For Dead Art, Or Fashionable Art.

I Don't Start With A Color Order, But Find The Colors As I Go.

I Wanted Things That I Couldn't At Times Articulate.

I Had The Landscape In My Arms As I Painted It. I Had The Landscape In My Mind And Shoulder And Wrist.