It's all in how you arrange the thing... the careful balance of the design is the motion.

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

I surrender to the world of my imagination, reenacting all those wonderful tales my father would read aloud to me. I became a very active reader, especially history and Shakespeare.

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

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.

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.

To have all your life's work and to have them along the wall, it's like walking in with no clothes on. It's terrible.