I think that anything you feel strange or nervous about, you weren't cut out to do.
The only way I could work properly was by using the absolute maximum of observation and concentration that I could possible muster.
The painter makes real to others his innermost feelings about all that he cares for. A secret becomes known to everyone who views the picture through the intensity with which it is felt.
Painting is sometimes like those recipes where you do all manner of elaborate things to a duck, and then end up putting it on one side and only using the skin.
The task of the artist is to make the human being uncomfortable.
The aura given out by a person or object is as much a part of them as their flesh. The effect that they make in space is as bound up with them as might be their colour or smell. . . Therefore the painter must be as concerned with the air surrounding his subject as with the subject itself. It is through observation and perception of atmosphere that he can register the feeling that he wishes his painting to give out.
As far as I am concerned the paint is the person. I want it to work for me just as flesh does
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry. . . just make me feel alive.
Trauma, and certain important experiences, can imprint on us at a genetic level.
I can't say I've ever finished a film and been particularly thrilled with myself or patted myself on the back. And maybe that's what keeps me going, and that's a good thing. It speaks volumes about how I perceive myself.