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is but one ting. One thing! I can't hate be degrees. I can't love... you know, you can't mix it up with anything. But with love, I can mix it up with a whole lot of things. Like my wife. I can hate her one day, I can't be bothered with her that day, but that's with love too. I don't know whether this makes sense. I used to think that art was all objective. I used to think of myself as being a,well an agent of the people, so to speak. Some guy whose duty it was to be like a reporter in a sense. To use my pictoral skills, my skills to make visual images, to record that which was in other peoples minds and hearts and what they wanted to see brought out. They didn't have the ability to do it, but I was put here to use these skills to bring it out. A lot of cold work was put out by me over a long period of years. That power, that substance gained me a certain amount of recognition, but it didn't have that heart. Years later when I objectively looked and evaluated this work, I found this so. I am a subjective painter. What is important to me is that studio...that is important, that is the key thing at the moment I'm doing it. That is the most important thing. What I feel. Not what other people feel. I don't care how they react even when I'm sitting in that studio creating something. That's important to me. It's my only means of beginning to understand myself. I used other ways of trying to understand myself. I tried to and I found out a few things. I took part in movements. I took part in organizations, active roles in organizations. I traveled.

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