My Art Is Not Abstract, It Lives

You Think My Paintings Are Calm, Like Windows In Some Cathedral? You Should Look Again. I'm The Most Violent Of All The American Painters. Behind Those Colours There Hides The Final Cataclysm.

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.

The Artist Invites The Spectator To Take A Journey Within The Realm Of The Canvas... Without Taking The Journey, The Spectator Has Really Missed The Essential Experience Of The Picture.

Many Of Those Who Are Driven To This Life Are Desperately Searching For Those Pockets Of Silence Where We Can Root And Grow.

While The Authority Of The Doctor Or Plumber Is Never Questioned, Everyone Deems Himself A Good Judge And An Adequate Arbiter Of What A Work Of Art Should Be And How It Should Be Done.