Painting Seems Like Impossibility, With Only A

Where Do You Put A Form? It Will Move All Around, Bellow Out And Shrink, And Sometimes It Winds Up Where It Was In The First Place. But At The End It Feels Different, And It Had To Make The Voyage. I Am A Moralist And Cannot Accept What Has Not Been Paid For, Or A Form That Has Not Been Lived Through.

When I See People Making 'abstract' Painting, I Think It's Just A Dialogue And A Dialogue Isn't Enough. That Is To Say, There Is You Painting And This Canvas. I Think There Has To Be A Third Thing; It Has To Be A Trialogue.

Probably The Most Potent Desire For A Painter, An Image-maker, Is To See It. To See What The Mind Can Think And Imagine, To Realize It For Oneself, Through Oneself, As Concretely As Possible.

I Have A Studio In The Country - In The Woods - But My Paintings Look More Real To Me Than What Is Outdoors. You Walk Outside; The Rocks Are Inert; Even The Clouds Are Inert. It Makes Me Feel A Little Better. But I Do Have A Faith That It Is Possible To Make A Living Thing, Not A Diagram Of What I Have Been Thinking: To Posit With Paint Something Living, Something That Changes Each Day.

The Canvas You Are Working On Modifies The Previous Ones In An Unending, Baffling Chain Which Never Seems To Finish. What Sympathy Is Demanded Of The Viewer? He Is Asked To 'see' The Future Links.