. . . A painter (now dead) once had a studio in the same loft bldg I was in. He would greet me in the morning with the statement ‘Are you not mixing Zinc with your Titanium?’ If not, he warned me, it would turn black eventually. Once, at 4 A.M., leaving the Automat nearby, he waved his goodnight finger, saying ‘Never use Zinc yellow—it will turn green.’ I would hear him always going up to the roof with his samples of color on small squares, exposing his colors to the sun. I once got into his studio and saw nothing but color square samples. Not a painting in sight. Five years later I moved to another loft.
[1980]