When I was a younger man, art was a lonely thing. No galleries, no collectors, no critics, no money. Yet, it was a golden age, for we all had nothing to lose and a vision to gain. Today it is not quite the same. It is a time of tons of verbiage, activity, consumption. Which condition is better for the world at large I shall not venture to discuss. But I do know, that many of those who are driven to this life are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where we can root and grow. We must all hope we find them.

To me art is an adventure into an unknown world, which can be explored only by those willing to take the risk.

I also hang the pictures low rather than high, and particularly in the case of the largest ones, often as close to the floor as is feasible, for that is the way they are painted.

I am here to make you think. . . . I am not here to make pretty pictures!

The artist invites the spectator to take a journey within the realm of the canvas... Without taking the journey, the spectator has really missed the essential experience of the picture.

And last, it may be worthwhile trying to hang something beyond the partial wall because some of the pictures do very well in a confined space.

The people that weep before my paintings are having the same religious experience that I had when I painted it.