To Me Art Is An

The Picture Must Be... A Revelation, An Unexpected And Unprecedented Resolution Of An Eternally Familiar Need.

Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of The Spirit.

Look, It's My Misery That I Have To Paint This Kind Of Painting, It's Your Misery That You Have To Love It, And The Price Of The Misery Is Thirteen Hundred And Fifty Dollars.

The Progression Of A Painter’s Work…will Be Toward Clarity; Toward The Elimination Of All Obstacles Between The Painter And The Idea, And Between The Idea And The Observer…to Achieve This Clarity Is, Inevitably, To Be Understood.

It Is The Poet And Philosopher Who Provide The Community Of Objectives In Which The Artist Participates. Their Chief Preoccupation, Like The Artist, Is The Expression In Concrete Form Of Their Notions Of Reality. Like Him, They Deal With The Verities Of Time And Space, Life And Death, And The Heights Of Exaltation As Well As The Depths Of Despair. The Preoccupation With These Eternal Problems Creates A Common Ground Which Transcends The Disparity In The Means Used To Achieve Them.