You can't be at the pole and the equator at the same time. You must choose your own line, as I hope to do, and it will probably be color.

I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.

Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.

I want to paint what I feel, and feel what I paint.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

Many painters are afraid of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the truly passionate painter who dares-and who has once broken the spell of 'you can't.'

Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.