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“So if you figure it backwards, in pleasure hours, a tube of oil paint is equivalent to a hundred million dollars of cocaine. And like a crack addict, I often find myself up late at night with a razor blade, desperately scraping the last miserable speck out of an exhausted tube of color because I just need more of that substance — and the store isn’t open.”

This is so fucking funny

fascinated with Sillman’s description of painting as being doomed to work in between “hoping and grouping”