A Work Of Art Is A World

The Width Of A Line May Present The Idea Of Infinity. An Epigram May Contain A World. In The Same Way, A Small Picture Format May Be Much More Living, Much More Leavening, Stirring, Awakening, Than Square Yards Of Wall Space.

Depth, In A Pictorial, Plastic Sense, Is Not Created By The Arrangement Of Objects One After Another Toward A Vanishing Point, In The Sense Of The Renaissance Perspective, But On The Contrary (and In Absolute Denial Of This Doctrine) By The Creation Of Forces In The Sense Of Push And Pull . Nor Is Depth Created By Tonal Gradation (another Doctrine Of The Academician Which, At Its Culmination, Degraded The Use Of Color To A Mere Function Of Expressing Dark And Light).

To Me, Art Is The Glorification Of The Human Spirit.

It Is Not The Form That Dictates The Color, But The Color That Brings Out The Form.

Painters Must Speak Through Paint, Not Through Words.