What I Am After, Above All, Is

It Has Always Bothered Me That I Don't Paint Like Everyone Else

Instinct Must Be Thwarted Just As One Prunes The Branches Of A Tree So That It Will Grow Better.

I'm Growing Old, I Delight In The Past.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

Nothing Can Be Accomplished Without Love.