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

So many people say painting is fun. I don't find it fun at all. It's hard work for me.

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.

No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination.

I think that zinc white has a property of scaling and cracking.

In its most limited sense, modern, art would seem to concern itself only with the technical innovations of the period.

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