I have never been able to understand the artist whose image never changes.

At that point it certainly would be called abstract. That is to say, you had a model and there’d be one or two or three people there drawing the model but otherwise you had abstractions...

In the late 30s the name Pollock was totally unknown and unheard of.

You were told how much space so it was a matter of whether you could send in two paintings or three paintings, you know, pending where the show was being held. You did submit work...

My own image of my work is that I no sooner settle into something than a break occurs. These breaks are always painful and depressing but despite them I see that there’s a consistency that...

My studio was on 9th Street between University and Broadway.

Painting… in which the inner and the outer man are inseparable, transcends technique, transcends subject and moves into the realm of the inevitable.

People were very affected by the war. But it didn’t mean you stopped painting unless you were called into the Army; then you just couldn’t paint. But otherwise one continued.

The Jumble Shop would be one place where we’d sometimes accumulate down in the Village. I think it might be just a place that’s unknown that was right around the corner from wherever it was...

The procedure was that an artist got a mural and then he would have anywhere from two to ten assistants depending on the size of the mural and how many assistants he needed, or she...

Well, I’d say that the beginning of this thing came through with Art of This Century, Peggy Guggenheim’s, where she opened this gallery and began showing some things that caused a little talk, amongst a...

I knew de Kooning and I went to his studio so I knew about de Kooning’s work. But only a little handful knew about it, you know. Maybe there were ten people that knew about...

Well, let’s say we acknowledged the School of French Painting – the Paris School of painting as the leading force and vitality of the time. I think that was understood and felt and experienced.

As I say, I as an abstract artist was active politically.

With Jackson there was quiet solitude. Just to sit and look at the landscape. An inner quietness. After dinner, to sit on the back porch and look at the light. No need for talking. For...