Painting is damned difficult - you always think you've got it, but you haven't.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.

I ask you to pray for me, for once age has overtaken us, we find consolation only in religion.

Drawing and color are not separate at all; in so far as you paint, you draw. The more color harmonizes, the more exact the drawing becomes. When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also

A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.

There are two things in the painter, the eye and the mind; each of them should aid the other.

The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.