As a kid, I always thought the TV was a magic box in the corner of the room.
I want the shuffles and echoes, and a certain mysteriousness. . . It's so bloody hard to paint.
Everything. . . has to be resolved through rhythms. You're constantly massaging each form, trying to get it home, pushing further and further until these all coalesce into a marvellous kind of rhythm that reveals the life of the painting.
The artist's role is to invent rhythms and forms to reveal a deeper apprehension of reality for the viewer.
Doug Ford was one of the first of the old pros I saw during my first full year on tour, in 1963. To this day he's the best chipper I've ever seen. One thing Doug did was get the ball onto the green and rolling right away, keeping it as low as possible. He never hit his chips higher than was absolutely necessary.
The blog is also a way to continue to register what I see and hear in a day - no matter what the form. In fact, my blog is a complete mixture of forms.
Every one should find some suitable time, day or night, to sink into his depths, each according to his own fashion. Not every one is able to engage in contemplative prayer.
Do not hide your ignorance, because somebody might help you! Hiding always prolongs the problems.