The More I Live, The More I

No One But Myself Knows The Anxiety I Go Through And The Trouble I Give Myself To Finish Paintings Which Do Not Satisfy Me And Seem To Please So Very Few Others.

Paint What You Really See, Not What You Think You Ought To See; Not The Object Isolated As In A Test Tube, But The Object Enveloped In Sunlight And Atmosphere, With The Blue Dome Of Heaven Reflected In The Shadows.

It Is Better To Have Done Something Than To Have Been Someone.

I Would Like To Paint The Way A Bird Sings.

No, I'm Not A Great Painter. Neither Am I A Great Poet.