Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of

The Picture Must Be... A Revelation, An Unexpected And Unprecedented Resolution Of An Eternally Familiar Need.

The Fact That People Break Down And Cry When Confronted With My Pictures Shows That I Can Communicate Those Basic Human Emotions.. The People Who Weep Before My Pictures Are Having The Same Religious Experience I Had When Painting Them. And If You Say You Are Moved Only By Their Color Relationships Then You Miss The Point.

A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And Quickening In The Eyes Of The Sensitive Observer. It Dies By The Same Token. It Is Therefore Risky To Send It Out Into The World. How Often It Must Be Impaired By The Eyes Of The Unfeeling And The Cruelty Of The Impotent.

Without Monsters And Gods, Art Cannot Enact A Drama.

(i Am) Dealing Not With The Particular Anecdote, But Rather With The Spirit Of Myth, Which Is Generic To All Myths At All Times.