Color in color is felt at any and every place of the pictorial organization; in its immediacy - its particularity. Color must be felt throughout.

Decisions are being made a mile a minute while you're making the work, and it has to come out of experience and vision.

Alas, all too often, the dream turns into a mud puddle. I am left looking at a disaster. What to do! Keep working. I ask the Almighty for help. That frees me.

I work day and night without sleep. The paintings keep me fired up.

There is value in long years of obscurity, if one doesn't go insane or suicidal, in that, simply because nobody is looking, the habit of fooling around and trying things out gets ingrained.

I worked like a crazyman. I worked day and night, often days and nights at a time - without sleep. Gallons of coffee kept me awake; the paintings kept me fired up.

I think of color as being seen in and throughout, not solely on the surface.

Expect Nothing, Do Your Work, Celebrate.

What I would like in my painting is simply a spray of colour that hangs like a cloud, but does not lose its shape.

I think of painting as possessed by a structure... but a structure born of the flow of color feeling.

Evil influence is like a nicotine patch, you cannot help but absorb what sticks to you.

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid

In the beginning we seek truth. In the middle we seek reason. In the end we seek peace.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

Besides, I'm a gypsy at heart and I like to travel around.

I'm a very sensitive person, and I feel what makes me vulnerable. But I see that as a good thing. I really enjoy experiencing all the different emotions in life.

Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!

Most Europeans have no idea how wild life can be in north America.