I'm Working In My Mind.

Art As A Fantasy Has Been One Of My Earliest Experiences. I Suppose A Lot Of My Childhood Was A Fantasy That Involved Getting Away From Things I Didn't Like. Fortunately It Had Some Relationship To Reality So That Later I Was Able To, To Some Extent, Act As I Imagined I Might.

When You Work You Learn Something About What You Are Doing And You Develop Habits And Procedures Out Of What You're Doing.

Make Something, A Kind Of Object, Which As It Changes Or Falls Apart (dies As It Were) Or Increases In Its Parts (grows As It Were) Offers No Clue As To What Its State Or Form Or Nature Was At Any Previous Time. Physical And Metaphysical. Obstinacy. Could This Be A Useful Object?

Every Artist Feels Alone And Isolated, Friends Are Very Important In Terms Of All Sorts Of Definitions Of Oneself. They Tell You What You Are And What They Are Aside From The Intellectual Aspects.

One Likes To Think That One Anticipates Changes In The Spaces We Inhabit, And Our Ideas About Space.