I think, if one is a painter, all you experience does come out when you’re painting.
I have never been able to understand the artist whose image never changes.
The key is what is within the artist. The artist can only paint what she or he is about.
In the late 30s the name Pollock was totally unknown and unheard of.
People were very affected by the war. But it didn't mean you stopped painting unless you were called into the Army; then you just couldn't paint. But otherwise one continued.
All my work keeps going like a pendulum; it seems to swing back to something I was involved with earlier, or it moves between horizontality and verticality, circularlity, or a composite of them. For me, I suppose, that change is the only constant.