Merely looking at the world around us is immensely different from seeing it.

What is spiritual experience? A snowflake melting, a bee sucking honey, a fat man at a traffic light. Trivia.

The local painters were my idols...These artists, too, were grown-ups, but they were grown-ups who could still see! Their eye was still in love! Like mine!

In this twentieth century, to stop rushing around, to sit quietly on the grass, to switch off the world and come back to the earth, to allow the eye to see a willow, a bush, a cloud, a leaf, is an unforgettable experience.

Drawing is the discipline by which I constantly rediscover the world.

For you can look at things while talking or with a radio going full blast, but you can see only when the chatter stops.

You are not copying nature, but responding to nature in full awareness, to the way nature expresses itself in that object.