Most of all I'm interested in a person's psychology, his expression, smile or the expression conveyed by his whole body. It's good that in New York there is a plethora of different types of people. The most horrendous and frightening thing for an artist here is the subway, the beggars, the bums – in New York alone there are 40,000 of them.
They live in the street and you see them everywhere. But even ordinary, apparently normal people are also not quite normal. As a rule Americans have totally lost any sense of beauty regarding clothes, stance, habits or gait. Here you are in the jungle and are dealing with a spontaneous manifestation of emotions.
I'm beginning to think that Americans simply don't know about the existence of colors. A frighteningly fat woman often wears a pair of blazingly bright and clinging green pants with an enormous yellow or pink blouse, adorned with lace and bows, or perhaps the blouse is the same blazing green color as the pants. And the result is a colossal elephant, unlike any you'll see anywhere else in the world.