Everyone destroys marvelous paintings. Five years ago you wiped out what you are about to start tomorrow.
Where do you put form? It will move around, bellow out and shrink, and sometimes it winds up where it was in the first place. But at the end it feels different, and it had to make the voyage. I am a moralist and cannot accept what has not be paid for, or a form that has not been lived through.
Frustration is one of the great things in art; satisfaction is nothing.
(from an article which appeared in Art News Annual, XXXI. It is based on noted for a lecture the artist gave at the New York Studio School in 1965.)