We are image-makers and image-ridden... We work until we vanish.
What we see and what we think we see are two different things. The truth lies somewhere in between.
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.
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.
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.
Henryk Gorecki – Symphony No. 3: II. Lento E Largo – Tranquillissimo
Elgar – Cello Concerto in E Minor, Op. 85: I. Adagio – Moderato
Michael Nyman – String Quartet No.3 – fig. D
Zoe Keating – Frozen Angels
Phillip Glass – Morning Passages
Philip Glass- The Kiss
Elgar – Cello Concerto in E Minor, Op. 85: III. Adagio