I like the word 'Fugacity'-it does not imply recurrence.
Eye & hand moving ahead of the rational faculties.
Drawing implicitly as a means of expressing what escapes me. If it exists it will exist only for the first time: de Kooning's famous 'SLIPPERY GLIMPSE'. The quality of the obsession always more important than presentable results.
Avoiding prefixed notions of what something should resemble & applying one's metier to achieve that end. (Certain procedural preoccupations may appear persistent, these concern line/tone/plane. Nothing new.)
Fugacity means fleeting. Living 'that mercurial existence in the sensitized space between antitheses'. In the act of drawing/painting this space changes continuously & presumes no definite outcome at any point. This becomes that & that becomes this; the imagination always describing its own birth.
For me all is uncertain at all times.
There is no need for art to be democratic, social, socialist or popular.
The idea of being known repels me.
I value my obscurity, I have turned it into a trait.
I possess only one quality; an ideal suspicion of the public.