As a painter, it seemed easier to sort of disappear.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
I feel like there's too many paintings left unpainted that I just don't want to take the time away.
At first I had some idea that the absence of color made the work more physical. Early on I was very involved with the notion of the painting as an object and tended to attack that idea from different directions.
Painting will have to deal more fully and less obliquely with life and nature's phenomena before it can again become great.
Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.
Painting becomes interesting when it becomes timeless.
Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.
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.
I found I have to stay painting.
I slowly dismantled the act of painting, to consider the possibility that no-thing ever really transcends its immediate environment.