I can say that paintings are prayers, they have to do with anything that makes you wish for more that what everyday life provides.

The paintings are like prayers, relating to wishing for something beyond everyday life.

I think artists almost always end up turning to what's around them, what's in their environment or outside their window.

Most of my painting is done sitting in a chair with a book. I'd say it's 80 per cent sitting and reading, 10 per cent eating and ten per cent painting.

I started to try to be a colorist, although secretly thinking of myself as somewhat of a black and whiteist.

Sometimes the painting starts to relate very directly to either sights seen or experiences felt, other times it just goes off on a tangent that you really can’t articulate.

Sometimes I think it is my fate to live in the wreckage and confusion of crumbling houses.

What if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven?

_For what ends_ does one claim cosmopolitanism? _Whose interest_ does it serve?

Selfishness is a giant in destruction of relationships.

A Mercury is not made out of any block of wood.

The artist, a traveller on this earth, leaves behind imperishable traces of his being.

Wealth is walking into any bookshop and buying any book you want without looking at the price tag.

Suffer all, and conquer all.

I thought I'd gone to heaven, because I grew up watching Roy and Gene Autry

He whom passion rules, is bent to meet his death.