God... sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it... and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better.

Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.

Keep growing quietly and seriously throughout your whole development; you cannot disturb it more rudely than by looking outward and expecting from outside replies to questions that only your inmost feeling in your most hushed hour can perhaps answer.

and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song

My art is representational by choice....if the art of painting is to survive, it must describe and express people, their lives and times. It must communicate.

But there is much beauty here, because there is much beauty everywhere.

You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born.