Color Helps To Express Light,

What I Dream Of Is An Art Of Balance.

I Have Always Sought To Be Understood And, While I Was Taken To Task By Critics Or Colleagues, I Thought They Were Right, Assuming I Had Not Been Clear Enough To Be Understood. This Assumption Allowed Me To Work My Whole Life Without Hatred And Even Without Bitterness Toward Criticism, Regardless Of Its Source. I Counted Solely On The Clarity Of Expression Of My Work To Gain My Ends. Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

To Arrive Is To Be In Prison.

The Essential Thing Is To Spring Forth, To Express The Bolt Of Lightning One Senses Upon Contact With A Thing. The Function Of The Artist Is Not To Translate An Observation But To Express The Shock Of The Object On His Nature; The Shock, With The Original Reaction.

I Don't Know Whether I Believe In God Or Not. I Think, Really, I'm Some Sort Of Buddhist. But The Essential Thing Is To Put Oneself In A Frame Of Mind Which Is Close To That Of Prayer.