Chatter About Art Is Almost Always Useless.

I Am Progressing Very Slowly, For Nature Reveals Herself To Me In Very Complex Forms; And The Progress Needed Is Incessant.

Right Now A Moment Of Time Is Fleeting By! Capture Its Reality In Paint! To Do That We Must Put All Else Out Of Our Minds. We Must Become That Moment, Make Ourselves A Sensitive Recording Plate...give The Image Of What We Actually See, Forgetting Everything That Has Been Seen Before Our Time.

When A Picture Isn't Realized, You Pitch It In The Fire And Start Another One!

Is Art Really The Priesthood That Demands The Pure In Heart Who Belong To It Wholly?

I Want To Die Painting.