I think one's art goes as far and as deep as one's love goes. I see no reason for painting but that. If I have anything to offer, it is my emotional contact with the place where I live and the people I do.

I'm not at all interested in painting the object just as it is in nature. Certainly I'm much more interested in the mood of a thing than the truth of a thing.

I think a person permeates a spot, and a lost presence makes the environment timeless to me, keeps an area alive. It pulsates because of that.

I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious.

I don't really have studios. I wander around - around people's attics, out in fields, in cellars, anyplace I find that invites me.

To be interested solely in technique would be a very superficial thing to me. If I have an emotion, before I die, that's deeper than any emotion that I've ever had, then I will paint a more powerful picture that will have nothing to do with just technique, but will go beyond it.

If you clean it up, get analytical, all the subtle joy and emotion you felt in the first place goes flying out the window.