To Me, Art Is The Glorification Of

There Is In Reality No Such Thing As Modern Art. Art Is Carried On Up And Down In Immense Cycles Through Centuries And Civilizations.

Space Expands Or Contracts In The Tensions And Functions Through Which It Exists. Space Is Not A Static, Inert Thing. Space Is Alive; Space Is Dynamic; Space Is Imbued With Movement Expressed By Forces And Counterforces; Space Vibrates And Resounds With Color, Light And Form In The Rhythm Of Life.

The Whole World, As We Experience It Visually, Comes To Us Through The Mystic Realm Of Color. Our Entire Being Is Nourished By It. This Mystic Quality Of Color Should Likewise Find Expression In A Work Of Art.

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.

You Must Break All The Rules Of Painting, But You Must Also Convince Me You've Had A Reason To Do So.