Most of my contemporary grant-getters are now doing something other than painting.
Seems those with money who don't worry about money have big walls.
Carl Orff's Carmina Burana has the ability to take you from placidity to power in one sonic breath. It is music of dignity and strength, with primitive, energetic passages, evoking absolute beauty from the simplest of phrases. It brings up something that has everything to do with significance - squeezing joy and motif that you just can't drop - it stays with you.
People suspend judgment in the presence of mystery.
No one would have the courage to walk up to a writer and ask to look at the last few pages of his manuscript, but they feel perfectly comfortable staring over an artist's shoulder while he is trying to paint.
I'm a believer in moderation in all things, including moderation.
I have always found it a testament to the importance of painting that the first thing many people do when their home is on fire is to grab their paintings and then run out.
Life is a passage through a museum of beauty.
Canned reference is practically always loaded with problems. Photos, for example, contrive to kill imagination and stifle the natural development of creative patterns. While "ready-mades" do show up from time to time, they are rare. Art need not be what is seen-but what is to be seen. "Nature," said James McNeill Whistler, "is usually wrong."
Many of us knuckle-dragging brush-painters think that 'behind the times' is part of our job description. Why deny ourselves the authentic journey of a time-honoured form?
Sometimes... we suffer from the tyranny of comparison. Contests, competitions, thrive on it. Who cares?
For a lot of us drawing is a tyranny which impedes freshness and spontaneity.
We artists allow others to see through our windows.
Artspeak is an arcane writing style that can result in a vocabulary of obscurities... Today, some of the more spectacular examples are in artist's statements.
Words are small straitjackets when put around creative flourishes and maneuverings.
The head governs, the heart assists, the body acts.
Whatever you do, don't let your system run you.
Landscape painting tends to fall under more academic controls. I must say I often like working within these controls. It gives me the feeling that I'm taking part in a noble tradition.
Which is better--feeling good or getting good?
As you do your work, you discover what you love to do.
God may work in light, but we mortals work in pigment.
So who are we going to blame for our disappointments and our failures?
You're right, super-realism is back in style.
By stealthily teaching dependence, photography can turn out to be dangerous.
I simply like the monumentality of the subjects - the opportunity for metaphor and the varied light that comes with high altitudes.
