The White Paintings Came First; My Silent

Out Of The Work Comes The Work.

When I Hear What We Call Music, It Seems To Me That Someone Is Talking. And Talking About His Feelings, Or About His Ideas Of Relationships. But When I Hear Traffic, The Sound Of Traffic - Here On Sixth Avenue, For Instance - I Don’t Have The Feeling That Anyone Is Talking. I Have The Feeling That Sound Is Acting. And I Love The Activity Of Sound... I Don’t Need Sound To Talk To Me.

People Who Aren't Artists Often Feel That Artists Are Inspired. But If You Work At Your Art You Don't Have Time To Be Inspired.

We Need Not Destroy The Past. It Is Gone.

The White Paintings Came First; My Silent Piece Came Later.