If You Are Only Moved

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.

I'm Not An Abstractionist... I'm Not Interested In Relationships Of Colour Or Form Or Anything Else.

The Myth Holds Us, Therefore, Not Through Its Romantic Flavor, Not The Remembrance Of Beauty Of Some Bygone Age, Not Through The Possibilities Of Fantasy, But Because It Expresses To Us Something Real And Existing In Ourselves, As It Was To Those Who First Stumbled Upon The Symbols To Give Them Life.

Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of The Spirit, And The Only Means Of Making Concrete The Purpose Of Its Varied Quickness And Stillness.

The Progression Of A Painter’s Work…will Be Toward Clarity; Toward The Elimination Of All Obstacles Between The Painter And The Idea, And Between The Idea And The Observer…to Achieve This Clarity Is, Inevitably, To Be Understood.