There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.

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.

There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.

There is no right and wrong way to paint except honestly or dishonestly. Honestly is trying for the bigger thing. Dishonestly is bluffing and getting through a smattering of surface representation with no meaning.

It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw, not because she is Canada but because she's something sublime that you were born into, some great rugged power that you are a part of.

There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.

You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder.