To Believe, One Must Have Lost God.

I Believe That He Knew More What He Was Doing. I Might Be Absolutely Wrong About This, But That Was My Impression.

Grey. It Makes No Statement Whatever; It Evokes Neither Feelings Nor Associations: It Is Really Neither Visible Nor Invisible. Its Inconspicuousness Gives It The Capacity To Mediate, To Make Visible, In A Positively Illusionistic Way, Like A Photograph. It Has The Capacity That No Other Colour Has, To Make 'nothing' Visible.

Cage Is Much More Disciplined. He Made Chance A Method And Used It In Constructive Ways; I Never Did That. Everything Here Is A Little More Chaotic.

My Pictures Are Devoid Of Objects; Like Objects, They Are Themselves Objects. This Means That They Are Devoid Of Content, Significance Or Meaning, Like Objects Or Trees, Animals, People Or Days, All Of Which Are There Without A Reason, Without A Function And Without A Purpose. This Is The Quality That Counts. Even So, There Are Good And Bad Pictures.

The Political Topicality Of My October Paintings Means Almost Nothing To Me, But In Many Reviews It Is The First Or Only Thing That Arouses Interest, And The Response To The Pictures Varies According To Current Political Circumstance. I Find This Rather A Distraction.