The People That Weep Before My Paintings

If You Are Moved Only By The Color Relationships, Then You Miss The Point.

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.

A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And Quickening In The Eyes Of The Sensitive Observer. It Dies By The Same Token. It Is Therefore Risky To Send It Out Into The World. How Often It Must Be Impaired By The Eyes Of The Unfeeling And The Cruelty Of The Impotent.

I Don't Express Myself In My Paintings. I Express My Not-self.

I'm Not An Abstractionist. I'm Not Interested In The Relationship Of Color Or Form Or Anything Else. I'm Interested Only In Expressing Basic Human Emotions: Tragedy, Ecstasy, Doom, And So On.