I Want To Assassinate Painting.

I Begin Painting And As I Paint The Picture Begins To Assert Itself, Or Suggest Itself, Under My Brush. The Form Becomes A Sign For A Woman Or A Bird As I Work... The First Stage Is Free, Unconscious... The Second Stage Is Carefully Calculated.

Art Class Was Like A Religious Ceremony To Me. I Would Wash My Hands Carefully Before Touching Paper Or Pencils. The Instruments Of Work Were Sacred Objects To Me.

What I Am Seeking... Is A Motionless Movement, Something Equivalent To What Is Called The Eloquence Of Silence.

You Can Look At A Picture For A Week And Never Think Of It Again. You Can Also Look At The Picture For A Second And Think Of It All Your Life.

I Try To Apply Colors Like Words That Shape Poems, Like Notes That Shape Music.