Well, I Have A Very Simple Method

I Guess I'm Not Very Human. All I Really Want To Do Is Paint Light On The Side Of A House.

One Of The Weaknesses Of Much Abstract Painting Is The Attempt To Substitute The Inventions Of The Intellect For A Pristine Imaginative Conception. The Inner Life Of A Human Being Is A Vast And Varied Realm And Does Not Concern Itself Alone With Stimulating Arrangements Of Color, Form And Design. The Term 'life' As Used In Art Is Something Not To Be Held In Contempt, For It Applies All Of Its Existence, And The Province Of Art Is To React To It And Not To Shun It. Painting Will Have To Deal More Fully And Less Obliquely With Life And Nature's Phenomena Before It Can Again Be Great.

It's (the Lack Of Communication Between The People In His Paintings, Ed.) Probably A Reflection Of My Own, If I May Say, Loneliness. I Don't Know. It Could Be The Whole Human Condition.

Well, I've Always Been Interested In Approaching A Big City In A Train, And I Can't Exactly Describe The Sensations, But They're Entirely Human And Perhaps Have Nothing To Do With Aesthetics.

The Idea (for The Painting 'room In New York', 1932, Ed.) Had Been In My Mind A Long Time Before I Painted It. It Was Suggested By Glimpses Of Lighted Interiors Seen As I Walked Along City Streets At Night, Probably Near The District Where I Live (washington Square, New York, Fh) Although It's No Particular Street Or House, But Is Really A Synthesis Of Many Impressions.