We are image-makers and image-ridden... We work until we vanish.
The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
I believe in deeply ordered chaos.
Abstract painting is like running up to the edge of a cliff... blindfolded. You have to know when to stop.
Art to me is an anecdote of the spirit, and the only means of making concrete the purpose of its varied quickness and stillness.
As to what I would like to be, it is difficult to say. An artist of some kind. If nothing else I shall always study the Arts.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
I don't use the accident. I deny the accident.
It is the bareness of drawing that I like. The act of drawing is what locates, suggests, discovers. At times it seems enough to draw, without the distractions of color and mass. Yet it is an old ambition to make drawing and painting one.
I am doubtful of any talent, so whatever I choose to be, will be accomplished only by long study and work...
Every man is an artist.
There is the happiness which comes from creative effort. The joy of dreaming, creating, building, whether in painting a picture, writing an epic, singing a song, composing a symphony, devising new invention, creating a vast industry.