The Fate of American Artists

Last spring, in March, a reporter from Time magazine responsible for its art column came to visit me at my personal exhibition (at the Contemporaries Gallery on Madison Avenue in New York) for an interview. At the end of the long chat, I confessed that in short, I am a man who has been agonizing between the Orient and the Occident for twenty years. One week later, I was embarrassed to see these words appear verbatim in the finished article and distributed all over America and the world. On reflection, though, this history of agony between the Orient and the