Anne Havens
Anne Havens
Hands, do what you’re bid;
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.
--William Butler Yeats
You have to commit a painting the way you commit a crime.
--Edgar Degas
My work is impure. It is clogged with matter. there is no escape from the physical nor is there any escape from the mind. the two are on a constant collision course. you could say that my work is an artistic disaster. It is a quiet catastrophe of mind and matter.
--Robert Smithson