If You Could Say It In Words

It's (the Lack Of Communication Between The People In His Paintings, Ed.) Probably A Reflection Of My Own, If I May Say, Loneliness. I Don't Know. It Could Be The Whole Human Condition.

There Is A Sort Of Elation About Sunlight On The Upper Part Of A House.

One Of The Weaknesses Of Much Abstract Painting Is The Attempt To Substitute The Inventions Of The Intellect For A Pristine Imaginative Conception. The Inner Life Of A Human Being Is A Vast And Varied Realm And Does Not Concern Itself Alone With Stimulating Arrangements Of Color, Form And Design. The Term 'life' As Used In Art Is Something Not To Be Held In Contempt, For It Applies All Of Its Existence, And The Province Of Art Is To React To It And Not To Shun It. Painting Will Have To Deal More Fully And Less Obliquely With Life And Nature's Phenomena Before It Can Again Be Great.

I Believe That The Great Painters With Their Intellect As Master Have Attempted To Force This Unwilling Medium Of Paint And Canvas Into A Record Of Their Emotions.

It's To Paint Directly On The Canvas Without Any Funny Business, As It Were, And I Use Almost Pure Turpentine To Start With, Adding Oil As I Go Along Until The Medium Becomes Pure Oil. I Use As Little Oil As I Can Possibly Help, And That's My Method.