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

If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.

The trend in some of the contemporary movements in art, but by no means all, seems to deny this ideal and to me appears to lead to a purely decorative conception of painting.

What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

It's to paint directly on the canvas without any funny business, as it were, and I use almost pure turpentine to start with, adding oil as I go along until the medium becomes pure oil. I use as little oil as I can possibly help, and that's my method.

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

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