Beauty Is The Mystery Of

There's Nobody Living Who Couldn't Stand All Afternoon In Front Of A Waterfall .... Anyone Who Can Sit On A Stone In A Field Awhile Can See My Painting. Nature Is Like Parting A Curtain, You Go Into It .... As You Would Cross An Empty Beach To Look At The Ocean.

When I First Made A Grid I Happened To Be Thinking Of The Innocence Of Trees And Then This Grid Came Into My Mind And I Thought It Represented Innocence, And I Still Do, And So I Painted It And Then I Was Satisfied. I Thought, This Is My Vision.

It Would Be An Endless Battle If It Were All Up To Ego Because It Does Not Destroy And Is Not Destroyed By Itself It Is Like A Wave It Makes Itself Up, It Rushes Forward Getting Nowhere Really It Crashes, Withdraws And Makes Itself Up Again Pulls Itself Together With Pride Towers With Pride Rushes Forward Into Imaginary Conquest Crashes In Frustration Withdraws With Remorse And Repentance Pulls Itself Together With New Resolution

When I Think Of Art I Think Of Beauty. Beauty Is The Mystery Of Life. It Is Not In The Eye It Is In The Mind. In Our Minds There Is Awareness Of Perfection.

My Paintings Are Certainly Nonobjective. They're Just Horizontal Lines. There's Not Any Hint Of Nature. And Still Everybody Responds, I Think.