Whatever I Do Seems Artificial And False,

Make Something, A Kind Of Object, Which As It Changes Or Falls Apart (dies As It Were) Or Increases In Its Parts (grows As It Were) Offers No Clue As To What Its State Or Form Or Nature Was At Any Previous Time. Physical And Metaphysical. Obstinacy. Could This Be A Useful Object?

Take An Object. Do Something To It. Do Something Else To It.

Art As A Fantasy Has Been One Of My Earliest Experiences. I Suppose A Lot Of My Childhood Was A Fantasy That Involved Getting Away From Things I Didn't Like. Fortunately It Had Some Relationship To Reality So That Later I Was Able To, To Some Extent, Act As I Imagined I Might.

I Have No Ideas About What The Paintings Imply About The World. I Don't Think That's A Painter's Business. He Just Paints Paintings Without A Conscious Reason.

I Decided That If My Work Contained What I Could Identify As A Likeness To Other Work, I Would Remove It.