All Our Interior World Is

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?

Despite All The Troubles Of Our World, In My Heart I Have Never Given Up On The Love In Which I Was Brought Up Or On Man's Hope In Love. In Life, Just As On The Artist's Palette, There Is But One Single Colour That Gives Meaning To Life And Art–the Colour Of Love

Can My Words Distill For You A Little Sweetness, Tender And Caressing?

If All Life Moves Inevitably Towards Its End, Then We Must, During Our Own, Colour It With Our Colours Of Love And Hope.

When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It - A Rock, A Flower, The Branch Of A Tree Or My Hand - As A Final Test. If The Painting Stands Up Beside A Thing Man Cannot Make, The Painting Is Authentic. If There's A Clash Between The Two, It's Bad Art.