When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.
The days you work are the best days.
To create one’s world in any of the arts takes courage.
Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression. It is so spontaneous. And after singing, I think the violin. Since I cannot sing, I paint.
Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time.
I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at – not copy it.
I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life – and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.
In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.
When you stop thinking about yourself all the time, a certain sense of repose overtakes you.
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
The older I get, the surer I am that I’m not running the show.
Most of the time one is discouraged by the work, but now and again by some grace something stands out and invites you to work on it, to elaborate it or animate it in some way. It’s a mysterious process.
To be able to be oneself and not have to disown one’s values to please another – That is what intimate love is all about.
Nature is my springboard. From her I get my initial impetus. I have tried to relate the visible drama of mountains, trees, and bleached fields with the fantasy of wind blowing and changing colors and forms.
Why talk when you can paint?
More of me comes out when I improvise.
Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world.
My aim in painting has always been the most exact transcription possible of my most intimate impression of nature.
When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection.
Art is the concrete representation of our most subtle feelings.
Happiness is being on the beam with life – to feel the pull of life.
My paintings are not about what is seen. They are about what is known forever in the mind.
Experiencing sadness and anger can make you feel more creative, and by being creative, you can get beyond your pain or negativity.
Every moment in our lives is a miracle we should enjoy instead of ignoring.