What I Dream Of Is An Art

It Is Not Enough To Place Colors, However Beautiful, One Beside The Other; Colors Must Also React On One Another. Otherwise, You Have Cacophony.

...for Whether We Want To Or Not, We Belong To Our Time And We Share In Its Opinions, Its Feelings, Even Its Delusions.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

I Am Unable To Make Any Distinction Between The Feeling I Get From Life And The Way I Translate That Feeling Into Painting.

Perhaps I Might Be Satisfied, Momentarily, With A Work Finished At One Sitting, But I Would Soon Get Bored Looking At It; Therefore, I Prefer To Continue Working On It So That Later I May Recognize It As A Work Of My Mind.