I think this lack of a center has something to do with the loss of certainties that Christianity had to offer

There was a time when meanings were focused and reality could be fixed; when that sort of belief disappeared, things became uncertain and open to interpretation.

The eye can travel over the surface in a way parallel to the way it moves over nature. It should feel caressed and soothed, experience frictions and ruptures, glide and drift. One moment, there will be nothing to look at and the next second the canvas seems to refill, to be crowded with visual events.

I think this lack of a center has something to do with the loss of certainties that Christianity had to offer

Focusing isn't just an optical activity; it is also a mental one.

I never make studies from nature. They would get in the way. I make use of my mind.

Painters have always needed a sort of veil upon which they can focus their attention. It's as though the more fully the consciousness is absorbed, the greater the freedom of the spirit behind