I know artists whose medium is life itself, and who express the inexpressible without brush, pencil, chisel or guitar. They neither paint nor dance. Their medium is Being. Whatever their hand touches has increased life.... They are the artists of being alive.

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.

When the eye wakes up to see again, it suddenly stops taking anything for granted.

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!

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

I have learned that what I have not drawn, I have never really seen