Inspiration is intention obeyed.

I can rise above the humility of my failure with an intense desire to search deeper and a blind faith that some day my sight may pierce through the veils that hide. I know God's face is there if I keep my gaze steady enough.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

The biggest part of painting perhaps is faith, and waiting receptively, content to go any way, not planning or forcing. The fear, though, is laziness. It is so easy to drift and finally be tossed up on the beach, derelict.

enter into the life of the trees. Know your relationship and understand their language, unspoken, unwritten talk. Answer back to them with their own dumb magnificence, soul words, earth words, the God in you responding to the God in them.

I made myself into an envelope into which I could thrust my work deep, lick the flap, seal it from everybody.

Perfectly ordered disorder designed with a helter-skelter magnificence.