I envy painters who can make a drawing then translate that drawing to a painting. In all the years I’ve been painting, that approach has been foreign to me. In fact I don’t make many drawings at all. For me it’s all one. When I’m on, drawing is painting, painting is thinking.
The fact is that even after all these years I feel like I’m starting at the beginning every time I go to work in the studio. It’s still a big mystery to me.
I have several paintings going in the studio right now – various smallish sizes – and I have them all over the place down there. It’s almost overwhelming to me. Some I’ve been working on for a while. Others I’ve just introduced into the mix.
I walked down there the other night and thought what the hell am I doing in here? This is, however, not unfamiliar. I often go into a group of paintings with a bunch of preconceived ideas about the next paintings, and the first thing I do is kill off all those preconceived ideas. How can you get anything done like that? I don’t know.
27th Street 
I am always intrigued by the creative process, particularly involving visual art. Writing, I somewhat understand, but creating visual art remains an utter mystery to me.
Har! Me too. The strange thing is that I need to do it again and again. You’d think I’d say, enough of this nonsense, stick to the banjer, but noooooo.