Art comes into the highest part of the mind, that with which we can know the presence of God.
the more visible my work became, the less visible I grew to myself.
the capacity to work feeds on itself and has its own course of development. This is what artists have going for them.
I have been flooded with color on the inside, drab on the outside.
The art of being officially old seems to lie in cooperative submission.
Humility is the daughter of truth.