I had a teacher in art school who said something about the only works he really enjoyed seeing or found much in were works where he had a sense that a discovery was made in the course of making this object. I like to hold to that as my marching orders.
From Martin Mull
If there is some art involved, I'd like it to be that it came through the cracks of daily work.
I've always had a certain fascination. It's basically paint what you know, and this is what I grew up with.
It seems like the opportunity just increases exponentially. There doesn't seem to be much stopping.
Around 1980, I went back to painting with a vengeance.
I kind of just lucked into and fell into the other profession. It was really just an outgrowth of the fact that when I was in art school, I had no money whatsoever.
I never stopped making pictures. There were times when more of my income was coming from other sources, and I had to devote more time to television and movies and records.
I think there are a lot of pictures to make. I sometimes question whether I'm even an artist or just a painter. To me, the making of the pictures is the most important thing.
It really is a day job, and it also seems to have virtually disappeared-with no remorse, really. It gives me more time to paint.
It was taunted as reality. It was dangled as a carrot. In terms of people's hopes and dreams, to say that that is less of a reality than the daily grind they find themselves in is maybe not correct.
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