Not that painting would have been a release. The reason for doing it is the desire to create. I've got to do it! I've seen that, I can still remember it, I've got to paint it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I wanted to be complete, because I figured that, visually, there was an avenue to explore with painted stuff.
The painting develops before my eyes, unfolding its surprises as it progresses. It is this which gives me the sense of complete liberty, and for this reason I am incapable of forming a plan or making a sketch beforehand.
To sum it all up: It was a great picture to do; I just wish it had never been released.
I have no fear of making changes, destroying the image, etc., because the painting has a life of its own.
Painting is damned difficult - you always think you've got it, but you haven't.
Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.
No painting is ever not an infinitely reproducible image any more.
To paint is a possessing rather than a picturing.
Painting was a problem - you produce a thing, and then you sell it and get money, and that was quickly considered totally uncool.
The craft of painting has virtually disappeared. There is hardly anyone left who really possesses it. For evidence one has only to look at the painters of this century.