When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.
If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.
The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.
A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
Two sittings a day of my models and I'm totally exhausted.