My Paintings Are Not About What Is

I Used To Meditate Until I Learned To Stop Thinking.

Beauty Is The Mystery Of Life. It Is Not In The Eye, It Is In The Mind.

It Would Be An Endless Battle If It Were All Up To Ego Because It Does Not Destroy And Is Not Destroyed By Itself It Is Like A Wave It Makes Itself Up, It Rushes Forward Getting Nowhere Really It Crashes, Withdraws And Makes Itself Up Again Pulls Itself Together With Pride Towers With Pride Rushes Forward Into Imaginary Conquest Crashes In Frustration Withdraws With Remorse And Repentance Pulls Itself Together With New Resolution

When I First Made A Grid I Happened To Be Thinking Of The Innocence Of Trees And Then This Grid Came Into My Mind And I Thought It Represented Innocence, And I Still Do, And So I Painted It And Then I Was Satisfied. I Thought, This Is My Vision.

Fulfill Your Potential. That's The Way To Happiness.