When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressive creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and opens ways for better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it and shows there are still more pages possible.

To paint is to know how to put nothing on canvas, and have it look like something when you stand back.

Perhaps whatever there is in my work that may be really interesting to others and surely what is interesting to me, is the result of a sometimes successful effort to free myself from any idea that what I produce must be art.

Art after all is but an extension of language to the expression of sensations too subtle for words.

Color is only beautiful when it means something.

The real artist's work is a surprise to himself.

Artists must be men of wit, consciously or unconsciously philosophers; read, study and think a great deal of life.