We are in the process of making the world, to a certain extent, in our own image.

It is our function as artists to make the spectator see the world our way not his way.

Aesthetics is to artists as ornithology is to birds.

Sculpture is what you bump into when you back up to see a painting.

Man's first expression, like his first dream, was an aesthetic one. Speech was a poetic outcry rather than a demand for communication. Original man, shouting his consonants, did so in yells of awe and anger at his tragic state, at his own self-awareness and at his own helplessness before the void.

What is the explanation of the seemingly insane drive of man to be painter and poet if it is not an act of defiance against mans fall and an assertion that he return to the Garden of Eden? For the artists are the first men.

I prefer to leave the paintings to speak for themselves.