I Feel Most Real To Myself In

A Subject Emerges From An Interaction Between My Self, My I, And My Medium.

Walk On A Rainbow Trail; Walk On A Trail Of Song, And All About You Will Be Beauty. There Is A Way Out Of Every Dark Mist, Over A Rainbow Trail.

In The End I Realize That Whatever Meaning That Picture Has Is The Accumulated Meaning Of Ten Thousand Brushstrokes, Each One Being Decided As It Was Painted.

If One Were To Ask A Painter What He Felt About Anything, His Just Response - Though He Seldom Makes It - Would Be To Paint It, And In Painting, To Find Out.

If You Give A Child Something Very Complex To Paint, Such As A Bouquet Of Flowers Or A Natural Landscape, If He Is Very Good, Eventually He Will Get Back - Like Cezanne - To The Essential Forms Of What He Sees.