There are two ways for a painter: the broad and easy one or the narrow and hard one.

I used to go and flatten my nose against that window and absorb all I could of his art. It changed my life. I saw art then as I wanted to see it.

I think that if you shake the tree, you ought to be around when the fruit falls to pick it up.

I am independent! I can live alone and I love to work.

If painting is no longer needed, it seems a pity that some of us are born into the world with such a passion for line and color.

Why do people so love to wander? I think the civilized parts of the world will suffice for me in the future.

There are two ways for a painter: the broad and easy one or the narrow and hard one.