Modern art to me is nothing more than the expression of contemporary aims of the age that we're living in.

Bums are the well-to-do of this day. They didn't have as far to fall.

A real friend is someone you say a sentence to and they know ten thousand words behind that sentence.

My concern is with the rhythms of nature I work inside out, like nature.

I continue to get further away from the usual painter's tools such as easel, palette, brushes, etc. I prefer sticks, trowels, knives and dripping fluid paint or a heavy impasto with sand, broken glass or other foreign matter added.

He drove his kind of realism at me so hard I bounced right into nonobjective painting.

Every good painter paints what he is.