The Only Secret I Can Claim To

The Painter Makes Real To Others His Innermost Feelings About All That He Cares For. A Secret Becomes Known To Everyone Who Views The Picture Through The Intensity With Which It Is Felt.

The Aura Given Out By A Person Or Object Is As Much A Part Of Them As Their Flesh.

I Am Only Interested In Painting The Actual Person, In Doing A Painting Of Them, Not In Using Them To Some Ulterior End Of Art. For Me, To Use Someone Doing Something Not Native To Them Would Be Wrong.

A Moment Of Complete Happiness Never Occurs In The Creation Of A Work Of Art. The Promise Of It Is Felt In The Act Of Creation But Disappears Towards The Completion Of The Work. For It Is Then The Painter Realises That It Is Only A Picture He Is Painting. Until Then He Had Almost Dared To Hope The Picture Might Spring To Life.

It Is Through Observation And Perception Of Atmosphere That He [the Artist] Can Register The Feeling That He Wishes His Painting To Give Out.