The final test of a painting, theirs, mine, any other, is: do the painter's emotions come across?
If you're a painter, you're not alone. There's no way to be alone.
You instinctively like what you can't do.
I paint not the things I see but the feelings they arouse in me.
Half the world wants to be like Thoreau worrying about the noise of traffic on the way up to Boston; the other half use up their lives being part of that noise. I like the second half.
People sometimes think I take a white canvas and paint a black sign on it,but this is not true.I paint the white as well as the black and the white is just as important.