+ The trouble with being poor is that it takes
up all your time.
+ Art never seems to make me peaceful or pure.
I always seem to be wrapped in the melodrama of
+ In art, one idea is as good as another. If one
takes the idea of trembling, for instance, all
of a sudden most art starts to tremble. Michelangelo
starts to tremble. El Greco starts to tremble.
All the Impressionists start to tremble.
Whatever an artists personal feelings are,
as soon as an artist fills a certain area on the
canvas or circumscribes it, he becomes historical.
He acts from or upon other artists.
The attitude that nature is chaotic and that the
artist puts order into it is a very absurd point
of view, I think. All that we can hope for is
to put some order into ourselves.
+ You know the real world, this so-called real
world, is just something you put up with. Like
everybody else. I'm in my element when I am a
little bit out of this world. Then I'm in the
real world.. I'm on the beam. Because when I'm
falling, Im doing all right. When I'm slipping,
I say: he, this is interesting. Its when
Im standing upright that bothers me.
+ I am always in the picture somewhere. The amount
of space I use I am always in, I seem to move
around in it. And there seems to be a time when
I lose sight of what I wanted to do, and then
I am out of it. If the picture has a countenance
I keep it. If it hasnt, I throw it away.