(i Am) Dealing Not With The Particular

It Is The Poet And Philosopher Who Provide The Community Of Objectives In Which The Artist Participates. Their Chief Preoccupation, Like The Artist, Is The Expression In Concrete Form Of Their Notions Of Reality. Like Him, They Deal With The Verities Of Time And Space, Life And Death, And The Heights Of Exaltation As Well As The Depths Of Despair. The Preoccupation With These Eternal Problems Creates A Common Ground Which Transcends The Disparity In The Means Used To Achieve Them.

A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And Quickening In The Eyes Of The Sensitive Observer

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.

Look, It's My Misery That I Have To Paint This Kind Of Painting, It's Your Misery That You Have To Love It, And The Price Of The Misery Is Thirteen Hundred And Fifty Dollars.

With Us The Disguise Must Be Complete. The Familiar Identity Of Things Has To Be Pulverized In Order To Destroy The Finite Associations With Which Our Society Increasingly Enshrouds Every Aspect Of Our Environment.