I decided that what I really wanted to do was go off and paint.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wanted to learn how to paint rather than just doing black-and-white work.
I wanted to be complete, because I figured that, visually, there was an avenue to explore with painted stuff.
I said, I don't want to paint things like Picasso's women and Matisse's odalisques lying on couches with pillows. I don't want to paint people. I want to paint something I have never seen before. I don't want to make what I'm looking at. I want the fragments.
When I am in my painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing.
My sin as a painter is that I just want to paint anything I want to paint - and repaint.
Do not think that I have stopped painting, for at any moment, I am liable to paint a good picture.
What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.
I wanted to deal with light directly rather than with paint.
I did not use paint, I made myself up morally.
I found I have to stay painting.