The More I Work, The More I

Throughout The Time In Which I Am Working On A Canvas I Can Feel How I Am Beginning To Love It, With That Love Which Is Born Of Slow Comprehension.

I Throw Down The Gauntlet To Chance. For Example, I Prepare The Ground For A Picture By Cleaning My Brush Over The Canvas. Spilling A Little Turpentine Can Also Be Helpful.

Poetry And Painting Are Done In The Same Way You Make Love; It's An Exchange Of Blood, A Total Embrace - Without Caution, Without Any Thought Of Protecting Yourself.

The Spectacle Of The Sky Overwhelms Me. Im Overwhelmed When I See, In An Immense Sky, The Crescent Of The Moon, Or The Sun. There, In My Pictures, Tiny Forms In Huge Empty Spaces. Empty Spaces, Empty Horizons, Empty Plains - Everything Which Is Bare Has Always Greatly Impressed Me.

The Picture Should Be Fecund. It Must Bring A World To Birth.