For Me A Stained Glass Window Is

The Dignity Of The Artist Lies In His Duty Of Keeping Awake The Sense Of Wonder In The World. In This Long Vigil He Often Has To Vary His Methods Of Stimulation; But In This Long Vigil He Is Also Himself Striving Against A Continual Tendency To Sleep.

Will God Or Someone Give Me The Power To Breathe My Sigh Into My Canvases, The Sigh Of Prayer And Sadness, The Prayer Of Salvation, Of Rebirth?

Great Art Picks Up Where Nature Ends.

I Am Out To Introduce A Psychic Shock Into My Painting, One That Is Always Motivated By Pictorial Reasoning: That Is To Say, A Fourth Dimension.

When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It - A Rock, A Flower, The Branch Of A Tree Or My Hand - As A Final Test. If The Painting Stands Up Beside A Thing Man Cannot Make, The Painting Is Authentic. If There's A Clash Between The Two, It's Bad Art.