This Is A Portrait Of Iris Clert

For Me There Is No Difference Between Art And Life.

I Think That In The Last Twenty Years Or So, There's Been A New Kind Of Honesty In Painting Where Painters Have Been Very Proud Of Paint And Have Let It Behave Openly.

I Feel As Though The World Is A Friendly Boy Walking Along In The Sun.

Screwing Things Up Is A Virtue. Being Correct Is Never The Point. I Have An Almost Fanatically Correct Assistant, And By The Time She Re-spells My Words And Corrects My Punctuation, I Can't Read What I Wrote. Being Right Can Stop All The Momentum Of A Very Interesting Idea.

I Never Allowed Myself The Luxury Of Those Brilliant, Beautiful Colors Until I Went To India And Saw People Walking Around In Them Or Dragging Them In The Mud. I Realised They Were Not So Artificial.