There Was Very Little Art In My

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

One Wants One's Work To Be The World, But Of Course It's Never The World. The Work Is In The World; It Never Contains The Whole Thing.

There Was Very Little Art In My Childhood. I Was Raised In South Carolina; I Wasn't Aware Of Any Art In South Carolina. There Was A Minor Museum In Charleston, Which Had Nothing Of Interest In It. It Showed Local Artists, Paintings Of Birds.

I Am Not Strong On Perfection.

Take An Object. Do Something To It. Do Something Else To It.