The Painter Unfolds That Which Has Not

Art First Of All Is Optical. That's Where The Material Of Our Art Is: In What Our Eyes Think.

Everything Vanishes, Falls Apart, Doesn't It? Nature Is Always The Same But Nothing In Her That Appears To Us Lasts. Our Art Must Render The Thrill Of Her Permanence, Along With Her Elements, The Appearance Of All Her Changes. It Must Give Us A Taste Of Her Eternity.

The World Doesn't Understand Me And I Don't Understand The World, That's Why I've Withdrawn From It.

Studying The Model And Realizing It Is Sometimes Very Slow In Coming For The Artist.

Right Now A Moment Of Time Is Fleeting By! Capture Its Reality In Paint! To Do That We Must Put All Else Out Of Our Minds. We Must Become That Moment, Make Ourselves A Sensitive Recording Plate...give The Image Of What We Actually See, Forgetting Everything That Has Been Seen Before Our Time.