A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer

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.

With us the disguise must be complete. The familiar identity of things has to be pulverized in order to destroy the finite associations with which our society increasingly enshrouds every aspect of our environment.

Without monsters and gods, art cannot enact a drama.

It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing and stretching one's arms again.

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

If you are moved only by the color relationships, then you miss the point.