There Is No Light Painting Or Dark

It's So Fine And Yet So Terrible To Stand In Front Of A Blank Canvas.

All Pictures Painted Inside In The Studio Will Never Be As Good As The Things Done Outside.

I've Come To The Conclusion That It's Not Really Possible To Help Others.

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.

Taste Is The Best Judge. It Is Rare. Art Only Addresses Itself To An Excessively Small Number Of Individuals.