Wherever Art Appears, Life Disappears.

In The End I Realize That Whatever Meaning That Picture Has Is The Accumulated Meaning Of Ten Thousand Brushstrokes, Each One Being Decided As It Was Painted.

I Never Had The... Common Anxiety As To Whether Abstract Painting Had A Given 'meaning.

It's Not That The Creative Act And The Critical Act Are Simultaneous. It's More Like You Blurt Something Out And Then Analyze It.

Every Intelligent Painter Carries The Whole Culture Of Modern Painting In His Head. It Is His Real Subject, Of Which Everything He Paints In Both An Homage And A Critique, And Everything He Says Is A Gloss.

Walk On A Rainbow Trail; Walk On A Trail Of Song, And All About You Will Be Beauty. There Is A Way Out Of Every Dark Mist, Over A Rainbow Trail.