We were very well aware of how demanding he was towards what he made, how many time he would redo a finished painting - when it would seem to him not yet finished. (…) he was the kind of artist for whom the criteria for his works were not determined by the public and their success, but rather only by his own maximal evaluation. (…)
It is one thing to agonise and suffer over imperfection and ‘mistakes’ in one’s work in the studio, and an entirely different thing to see these flaws in bright light when a multitude of others’ eyes are looking at them. The suffering is intolerable.
It seems to him that all the flaws he sees are also visible to everyone else (…).
I went to the Saatchi Gallery (London) today. And I must say this one piece had the most impact on me. It felt so… relevant.