More of me comes out when I improvise.
What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.
There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house.
In its most limited sense, modern, art would seem to concern itself only with the technical innovations of the period.
No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination.
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.