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.

A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer. It dies by the same token. It is therefore risky to send it out into the world. How often it must be impaired by the eyes of the unfeeling and the cruelty of the impotent.

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

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

Without monsters and gods, art cannot enact a drama.

The most interesting painting is one that expresses more of what one thinks than of what one sees

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.