The Only Real Influence I've Ever Had

No Amount Of Skillful Invention Can Replace The Essential Element Of Imagination.

Well, I've Always Been Interested In Approaching A Big City In A Train, And I Can't Exactly Describe The Sensations, But They're Entirely Human And Perhaps Have Nothing To Do With Aesthetics.

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 Have Tried To Present My Sensations In What Is The Most Congenial And Impressive Form Possible To Me.

I Find In Working Always The Disturbing Intrusion Of Elements Not A Part Of My Most Interested Vision, And The Inevitable Obliteration And Replacement Of This Vision By The Work Itself As It Proceeds.