There Is No Such Thing As Good

A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And Quickening In The Eyes Of The Sensitive Observer

I Am Here To Make You Think. . . . I Am Not Here To Make Pretty Pictures!

The Abstract Artist Has Given Material Existence To Many Unseen Worlds And Tempi.

I Do Not Believe That There Was Ever A Question Of Being Abstract Or Representational. It Is Really A Matter Of Ending This Silence And Solitude, Of Breathing, And Stretching One's Arms Again Transcendental Experiences Became Possible.

I Will Say Without Reservations That From My Point Of View There Can Be No Abstractions. Any Shape Or Area That Has Not The Pulsating Concreteness Of Real Flesh And Bones, Its Vulnerability To Pleasure Or Pain Is Nothing At All. Any Picture That Does Not Provide The Environment In Which The Breath Of Life Can Be Drawn Does Not Interest Me.