If the artist starts evaluating himself, it’s an enormous block, isn’t it?

No good to paint in the head - what happens is what happens when you put the paint down - you can only hope that you are alert - ready - to see. What joy it is for paint to become a thing - a being. Believe in this miracle - it is your only hope. To will this transformation is not possible. Only a slow maturation can prepare the hand and eye to become quicker than ever. Ideas about art don't matter. They collapse anyway in front of the painting.

Painting seems like some kind of peculiar miracle that I need to have again and again.

There is something mysterious in this work that I do not ever what to discover.

I go to the studio everyday because one day I may go and the Angel will be there. What if I don't go and the Angel comes?

I am a night painter, so when I come into the studio the next morning the delirium is over.

If the artist starts evaluating himself, it’s an enormous block, isn’t it?