Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of

The Romantics Were Prompted To Seek Exotic Subjects And To Travel To Far Off Places. They Failed To Realize That, Though The Transcendental Must Involve The Strange And Unfamiliar, Not Everything Strange Or Unfamiliar Is Transcendental.

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.

And Last, It May Be Worthwhile Trying To Hang Something Beyond The Partial Wall Because Some Of The Pictures Do Very Well In A Confined Space.

There Is More Power In Telling Little Than In Telling All.

We Are Concerned With Similar States Of Consciousness And Relationship To The World.. ..if Previous Abstractions Paralleled The Scientific And Objective Preoccupations Of Our Times, Ours Are Finding A Pictoral Equivalent For Man's New Knowledge And Consciousness Of His More Complex Inner Self.