One Night I Dreamed That I Painted

I Don't Know How To Organise Thoughts. I Don't Know How To Have Thoughts.

Intention Involves Such A Small Fragment Of Our Consciousness And Of Our Mind And Of Our Life.

I Often Find That Having An Idea In My Head Prevents Me From Doing Something Else. Working Is Therefore A Way Of Getting Rid Of An Idea.

I'm Working In My Mind.

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?