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

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!

The eye awakened is the eye in love.

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

Illusion is the mantle of the Real

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.

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