My single-minded aim is to give existence to fantasy.
I am for the art of underwear and the art of taxicabs. I am for the art of ice cream cones dropped on concrete.
A life cycle can be imposed on an object. An object can be very energetic and active, and then it has a dying phase and a phase of decomposition.
My struggle has been to return painting to the tangible object, which is like returning the personality to touching and feeling the world around it, to offset the tendency to vagueness and abstraction. To remind people of practical activity, to suggest the sense and not to escape from the senses.
Chicago has a strange metaphysical elegance of death about it.