The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.

Most modern painters work from a different source. They work from within.

When I say artist I mean the man who is building things - creating molding the earth - whether it be the plains of the west - or the iron ore of Penn. It's all a big game of construction - some with a brush - some with a shovel - some choose a pen.

My paintings do not have a center, but depend on the same amount of interest throughout.

I've been thinking of death a lot, and I am amazed by its inevitability, frightened, as we all are, of the totally unknown, and yet feel a long sleep is somehow earned by those of us who live on the edge.

If people would just look at the paintings, I don't think they would have any trouble enjoying them. It's like looking at a bed of flowers, you don't tear your hair out over what it means.

The strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.