Color is the language of the poets. It is astonishingly lovely. To speak it is a privilege.Collection: Color
A red apple isn't red, nor the lemon yellow. The sky is seldom blue, only when it isn't.Collection: Blue
Seeing is such a privilege. Who notices the way the screech of a gull looks, the look of a gale, the sight of some fragrance?Collection: Sight
Anything can be any color at any time depending on what color everything else is at the time.Collection: Color
My problem is to bring together in a painting two seemingly conflicting, impossibly unmixable ideas. One is that the finished work shall evoke a sense of recognition, of the mysteriously familiar... the other is that in order to do the first I must deeply know my subject.Collection: Order
I must react selectively, contrarily, arbitrarily, perversely, and always with intensity directly from the subject.Collection: Intensity