One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite - that particular peach is but a detail.
Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.
What I capture in spite of myself interests me more than my own ideas.
I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.
To be young, really young, takes a very long time.
Is there anything more dangerous than sympathetic understanding?