Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.

The feeling we experience while we look at a picture is not to be distinguished from the picture or from ourselves. the feeling, picture, and ourselves are united in one mystery.

Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.

Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.

Nothing is confused except the mind.

Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.

I like subversive humor, freckles, women's knees and long hair, the laughter of playing children, and a girl running down the street.