I am very much afraid of definitions, and yet one is almost forced to make them. One must take care, too, not to be inhibited by them.
Painting is by nature a luminous language.
Seeing is in itself a movement.
Art in Nature is rhythmic and has a horror of constraint.
Light comes to us by the sensibility. Without visual sensibility there is no light, no movement.
First of all, I always see the sun! The way I want to identify myself and others is with halos here and there halos, movements of color. And that, I believe, is rhythm.