There Is A Battle That Goes On

When I Paint, I Never Think Of Selling. People Simply Fail To Understand That We Paint In Order To Experiment And To Develop Ourselves As We Strive For Greater Heights.

It Was Always My Intention That The Frieze Should Be Housed In A Room Which Would Provide A Suitable Architectural Frame For It.

I Sense A Scream Passing Through Nature. I Painted ... The Clouds As Actual Blood. The Colour Shrieked.

A Work Of Art Comes Only From Inside A Human Being.

Some Colors Reconcile Themselves To One Another, Others Just Clash.