Painting That Does Not Radiate Feeling Is

Walk On A Rainbow Trail; Walk On A Trail Of Song, And All About You Will Be Beauty. There Is A Way Out Of Every Dark Mist, Over A Rainbow Trail.

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.

The Problems Of Inventing A New Language Are Staggering. But What Else Can One Do If One Needs To Express One's Feeling Precisely?

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.

Sometimes Images May Emerge From Some Chord In My Subconscious, The Way A Dream Might. Even In Those Paintings Where An Image Unconsciously Develops, A Certain Kind Of Experience Is Usually Necessary In Order To Perceive It.