| The Source and Goal... The source of this work was my desire for fame.  See the first entry 
      about that source in the Studio Notes:
 
      
      “March 
      2, 1981.  Start on the large watercolors.  
      … Why am I trying to make these big paintings?  Because I want to make things like my 
      buddies, and the world expects it.  Is that a good enough reason?  Well, 
      it all depends on how the paintings come out… 
      How the paintings came out was that I had a 
      show, sold one painting, did not get a review and did not look at the 
      paintings again for twenty years.  I did not get famous. The goal was not 
      attained. But there was so soon 
      another source—an “origin” that drove all others until the abrupt end of 
      the series at the end of July 1982.  That source was the origin that came 
      out when I made the painting about :"Source and Goal" twenty years later
      (#16, 
      January 2002 Origin and Outcome), that source 
      being “It was my body was all I ever drew.”  And as the studio notes 
      reveal in case it does it not hit the viewer in the face anyway, the goal 
      of drawing my body was achieved.  No, no fame; but yes, my body in 
      all its passion and grandeur—and not only my body but the body of Everyman, his 
      source in sexuality and its goal in procreation—out of the past, through 
      the present and into the future.  As in  the painting and notes for August 
      22-24, 1981. 
      “August 23, 1981.  
      “Either, I am not Priapus, no matter how 
      much I like sex, because invariably when I go down inside myself to be 
      him, I find something else, like this river (of generation, of life); or, 
      Priapus is not in truth like he has come down to us, the rutting stud… 
      twisted out of the sweet flowing stream of grain and sperm into that 
      Victorian devil person, creation of the frustrations and repressions of 
      the Christian era.  “I suppose those negatives were necessary at the end 
      of the Roman Empire to eradicate the habit of insatiable lust that seemed 
      to be the cultural norm…but in the process, they seemed to destroy all the 
      sweetness of life in the flesh: this whole river of sweet, pure water.  
      “River, spring, waterfall and moon… “moon 
      river” with setting sun.(Click here for the painting)
 
      And, from October 1981:  
      And I will die, my body will be dispersed 
      to the four quarters of the globe.  It will never return.  With Caesar, I 
      will be a bit of clay to stop a hole to keep the wind away.  And I will be 
      also in the blood, the memory and the sperm of generations yet unborn.  I 
      am of the river of the fathers; I am of the womb of the mothers.   | The Medium, Method, and 
      Outcome… The medium was transparent watercolor, ink and gouache, and I used those 
      media because their response was immediate—they spoke to me and I to them 
      in a conversation more like a dance than a method of painting.  The 
      outcome of medium and method was these large watercolors which did not 
      make me famous but which did objectify in the physical world the life 
      energy pounding in my body and mind.
 The Subject, Form and 
      Content…The apparent but only momentary subject of most of this work was 
      mere splashes on the paper; but the subject which usually and quickly 
      appeared was various symbols of the sexual organs.  The form was abstract 
      expressionist—the form which had arisen naturally early in my work (1947) 
      before I had any contact with any established form of the style, and 
      before the style itself had been invented in the critical discourse of the avant garde New York art world.  The content of the work was the roaring 
      power of the sexuality coursing through my body, the life force streaming 
      in me and in the world.
 * The series of works 
      ended with the end of June1982.  During the spring of 1982 I had the show 
      which did not make me famous, and by May I felt I was beginning to repeat 
      myself.  I made a series of squares about the “Cultural History of the Earth” 
      for a graduate seminar—and then my wife was diagnosed with breast cancer.  
      The thought of making things to make me famous disappeared in a day.  I 
      made no paintings for several months, and when I began again the work was 
      not so much the passion of life in its dance, but the war of life against 
      death in the public silence but very intense private prayer of the heart.   
        Click the 
      thumbnail for  "A Cultural History of the Earth"
 
          
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