When something is new to us, we treat it as an experience. We feel that our senses are awake and clear. We are alive.

Art is either a complaint or appeasement.

There was very little art in my childhood.

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.

Merce is my favorite artist in any field.

I am not strong on perfection.

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?