If My Story Were Ever

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.

Exactitude Is Not Truth.

Expression Is Not A Matter Of Passion Mirrored On The Human Face Or Revealed By A Violent Gesture. When I Paint A Picture, Its Every Detail Is Expressive.

The Residuum Of Another's Expression Can Never Be Related To One's Own Feeling.

...the More A Picture Has To Give, The Greater It Is.