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.

The final test of a painting, theirs, mine, any other, is: do the painter's emotions come across?

If I feel a painting I'm working on doesn't have imagery or emotion, I paint it out and work over it until it does.

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.

I paint not the things I see but the feelings they arouse in me.

You instinctively like what you can't do.

To be right is the most terrific personal state that nobody is interested in.