Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression.
My first memory is of the brightness of light — light all around.
Art is a wicked thing. It is what we are.
I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.
I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.
Objective painting is not good painting unless it is good in the abstract sense.