One thing that's paramount in my life is that I am alone. I'm a loner. And yet I have many friends and I don't feel lonely. And I even like my own company. But when I'm alone, it's to read or write. I'm in my thoughts. Mostly I'm learning.

People are always fighting reality until it's pushed down their throats.

Public art existed all along, but ecological art just naturally grew out of my thinking and writings in that area for years. I didn't get involved in it; I started what then became a movement.

Thinking has an understructure and underpinnings.

I went through about six or seven painting methods just to see what I didn't want to do. And then I got off the wall, and went into the environment.

Pattern-finding is the purpose of the mind and the construct of the universe. There are an infinite number of patterns, some of which are known; those still unknown hold the key to unresolved enigmas and paradoxes.

Philosophy gets its ugly head into everything, but I don't think we live philosophy anymore. It's done.