...i Am Driven On By An Idea

...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.

It Is With Color That You Render Light, Though You Must Also Feel This Light, Have It Within Yourself.

Jazz Is Rhythm And Meaning.

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.