It May Be That The Deep Necessity

It's Possible To Paint A Monumental Picture That's Only 10 Inches Wide, If One Has A Sense Of Scale, Which Is Very Different From A Sense Of Size.

In The End I Realize That Whatever Meaning That Picture Has Is The Accumulated Meaning Of Ten Thousand Brushstrokes, Each One Being Decided As It Was Painted.

If One Were To Ask A Painter What He Felt About Anything, His Just Response - Though He Seldom Makes It - Would Be To Paint It, And In Painting, To Find Out.

For Me, The Sketchbooks Are More Like A Secret And Wholly Spontaneous Jeu D'esprit And Some Of Them I Like As Much As Anything I Have Ever Done. They Are Invariably Without Premeditation. I Mean Not Only That I Have No Plan When I Make Them, I Also Have No Plan To Make Them.

If You Give A Child Something Very Complex To Paint, Such As A Bouquet Of Flowers Or A Natural Landscape, If He Is Very Good, Eventually He Will Get Back - Like Cezanne - To The Essential Forms Of What He Sees.