More Than A Process, Painting Is Being

I Am A Night Painter, So When I Come Into The Studio The Next Morning The Delirium Is Over.

Usually I Draw In Relation To My Painting, What I Am Working On At The Time. On A Lucky Day A Surprising Balance Of Forms And Spaces Will Appear... Making Itself, The Image Taking Hold. This In Turn Moves Me Toward Painting - Anxious To Get To The Same Place, With The Actuality Of Paint And Light.

You Know, Comments About Style Always Seem Strange To Me - 'why Do You Work In This Style, Or In That Style' - As If You Had A Choice In The Matter... What You're Doing Is Trying To Stay Alive And Continue And Not Die.

Lots Of Artists Who Paint Have The Experience To One Degree Or Another... Where Their Thinking Doesn't Precede Their Doing... It's A Funny Thing, What I Really Hate Yet I Have To Go Through With It, Is The Preparation.

I Feel More As If I'm Shaping Something With My Hands. I Feel As If I've Always Wanted To Get To That State. Like A Blind Man In A Dark Room Had Some Clay, What Would He Make? I End Up With 2 Or 3 Forms On A Canvas, But It Gets Very Physical For Me.