Daisy chains are pretty fragile, and it turns out that families are too.
I believe that the quintessential task of every painter in any time has been to concentrate on the essential.
I pursue no objectives, no systems, no tendency; I have no program, no style, no direction. I have no time for specialized concerns, working themes, or variations that lead to mastery. I steer clear of definitions. I don’t know what I want. I am inconsistent, non-committal, passive; I like the indefinite, the boundless; I like continual uncertainty.
Art is the highest form of hope.
It is a danger to wait around for an idea to occur to you. You have to find the idea.
To talk about paintings is not only difficult but perhaps pointless too. You can only express in words what words are capable of expressing-- what language can communicate. Painting has nothing to do with that.
Now there are no priests or philosophers left, artists are the most important people in the world.
They who see through the eyes of others are controlled by the will of others.
I often wonder if I was destined to be a composer. I think I decided and I followed my star.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; And then I must scrub and bake and sweep Till the stars are beginning to blink and peep; And the young lie long and dream in their bed.