The primary distinction of the artist is that he must actively cultivate that state which most men, necessarily, must avoid: the state of being alone.
In late September 1958, I visited his South Truro studio and saw on the easel not an unfinished painting, nor even a stretched canvas, but a large empty stretcher. “He’s been looking at that all summer,” Jo Hopper said.
There is no surer way of evading the world than by Art, and no surer way of uniting with it than by Art.
