The only real influence I've ever had was myself.

Well, I've always been interested in approaching a big city in a train, and I can't exactly describe the sensations, but they're entirely human and perhaps have nothing to do with aesthetics.

I guess I'm not very human. All I really want to do is paint light on the side of a house.

Painting will have to deal more fully and less obliquely with life and nature's phenomena before it can again become great.

If the picture needs varnishing later, I allow a restorer to do that, if there's any restoring necessary.

I trust Winsor and Newton and I paint directly upon it.

The question of the value of nationality in art is perhaps unsolvable.