It seems to me that the modern painter cannot express this age, the airplane, the atom bomb, the radio, in the old forms of the Renaissance or of any other past culture. Each age find its own technique.

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.

Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.

It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess. Otherwise there is pure harmony, an easy give and take, and the painting comes out well.

It [abstract art] should be enjoyed just as music is enjoyed after a while you may like it or you may not.

I can control the flow of paint: there is no accident.

The painting has a life of its own