The Trouble With Being Poor Is That

I'm Not Interested In 'abstracting' Or Taking Things Out Or Reducing Painting To Design, Form, Line, And Color. I Paint This Way Because I Can Keep Putting More Things In It - Drama, Anger, Pain, Love, A Figure, A Horse, My Ideas About Space. Through Your Eyes It Again Becomes An Emotion Or Idea.

The Past Does Not Influence Me; I Influence It.

Even Abstract Shapes Must Have A Likeness

I Make Pictures And Someone Comes In And Calls It Art.

Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.