I Could Never Put Anything Into A

I Would Wish My Portraits To Be Of The People, Not Like Them. Not Having A Look Of The Sitter, Being Them.

The Painter's Obsession With His Subject Is All That He Needs To Drive Him To Work.

Sometimes, When I've Been Staring Too Hard, I've Noticed That I Could See The Circumference Of My Own Eye.

The Paintings Live Because Their Creator Has Been Passionately Attentive To Their Theme, And His Attention Has Left Something For Us To Look At. It Seems A Sort Of Miracle.

I Could Never Put Anything Into A Picture That Wasn't Actually There In Front Of Me. That Would Be A Pointless Lie, A Mere Bit Of Artfulness.