My doctor grabbed me by the wallet and said,'Cough'
Sometimes I had to force the overpainting of three corners almost without any feeling for shape, almost without inspiration, only to find my way back, to get out of this hell.
The principles of my works. . . are the extinction of expression, permanent covering and contemplative tranquillity. . . My ideal is the completely dark picture, full of some overwhelming silence.
I could only relax when there was just one tiny white last spot left. I could see more clearly. I could grasp the shape of the picture again. . . The pictures are alive because of the white remnant, the almost concealment.
the 'total overpaintings' developed. . . through incessant reworking. The original motif peeped through the edges. Gradually it vanished completely.
Only an 'almost,' a 'nearly,' is possible.
In 1968 I frequently would sit in a photo booth and practice self mirror images which I then documented photographically. Curious types would always open the curtains and chase me away. Today I work with a photographer.
You know, I have found out in the course of a long public life that the things I did not say never hurt me.
We are in a results business, so Stuart Pearce being a jolly old boy won't keep me in a job.
Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack; But those behind cried "Forward!" And those before cried "Back!
The era of implementation has started. The world is now committed to universal treatment.