I have never been able to understand the artist whose image never changes.

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.

I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.

In the late 30s the name Pollock was totally unknown and unheard of.

My own image of my work is that I no sooner settle into something than a break occurs. These breaks are always painful and depressing but despite them I see that there's a consistency that holds out, but is hard to define.

I like a canvas to breathe and be alive. Be alive is the point. And, as the limitations are something called pigment and canvas, let's see if I can do it.

I am never free of the past. I have made it crystal clear that I believe the past is part of the present which becomes part of the future.