Painting... In Which The Inner And The

The Key Is What Is Within The Artist. The Artist Can Only Paint What She Or He Is About.

We Get Used To A Certain Kind Of Colour Of Form Or Format, And It's Acceptable. And To Puncture That Is Sticking Your Neck Out A Bit. And Then Pretty Soon, That's Very Acceptable.

I Think My Painting Is So Autobiographical If Anyone Can Take The Trouble To Read It.

Painting... In Which The Inner And The Outer Man Are Inseparable, Transcends Technique, Transcends Subject And Moves Into The Realm Of The Inevitable.

I Knew De Kooning And I Went To His Studio So I Knew About De Kooning's Work. But Only A Little Handful Knew About It, You Know. Maybe There Were Ten People That Knew About It.