Art Is Sort Of An Experimental Station

The World Is No Longer A Romantic Place; Some Of Its People Still Are However, And Therein Lies The Promise. Don't Let The World Win.

If My Work Is Accepted, I Must Move On To The Point Where It Is Not.

If This Word "music" Is Sacred And Reserved For Eighteenth And Nineteenth Century Instruments, We Can Substitute A More Meaningful Term: Organization Of Sound.

I Like Being Moved. I Don't Like Being Pushed.

When You Start Working, Everybody Is In Your Studio- The Past, Your Friends, Enemies, The Art World, And Above All, Your Own Ideas- All Are There. But As You Continue Painting, They Start Leaving, One By One, And You Are Left Completely Alone. Then, If You Are Lucky, Even You Leave.