Art Tends Toward Balance, Order,

In Certain Books—some Way In The First Few Paragraphs You Know That You Have Met A Brother.

There Are Moments In Our Lives, There Are Moments In A Day, When We Seem To See Beyond The Usual- Become Clairvoyant. We Reach Then Into Reality. Such Are The Moments Of Our Greatest Happiness. Such Are The Moments Of Our Greatest Wisdom. It Is In The Nature Of All People To Have These Experiences; But In Our Time And Under The Conditions Of Our Lives, It Is Only A Rare Few Who Are Able To Continue In The Experience And Find Expression For It.

No Work Of Art Is Really Ever Finished. They Only Stop At Good Places.

Art Is An Outsider, A Gypsy Over The Face Of The Earth.

I Paint For The Sole Purpose Of Magnifying The Privilege Of Being Alive.