The Painter's Obsession With His Subject Is

I Want Paint To Work As Flesh... My Portraits To Be Of The People, Not Like Them. Not Having A Look Of The Sitter, Being Them ... As Far As I Am Concerned The Paint Is The Person. I Want It To Work For Me Just As Flesh Does.

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.

The Painter Must Give A Completely Free Rein To Any Feeling Or Sensations He May Have And Reject Nothing To Which He Is Naturally Drawn.

It Is The Only Point Of Getting Up Every Morning: To Paint, To Make Something Good, To Make Something Even Better Than Before, Not To Give Up, To Compete, To Be Ambitious.

The Aura Given Out By A Person Or Object Is As Much A Part Of Them As Their Flesh.