The wild stuff is all so overrated. Drinking, you don't feel good all the time. There's a lot of down, a lot of misery.
Sunflowers are like people to me.
My paintings are titled after they are finished. I paint from remembered landscapes that I carry with me - and remembered feelings of them, which of course become transformed. I could certainly never mirror nature. I would more like to paint what it leaves with me.
Abstract is not a style. I simply want to make a surface work. This is just a use of space and form: it's an ambivalence of forms and space.
My paintings repeat a feeling about Lake Michigan, or water, or fields. . . it's more like a poem. . . and that's what I want to paint.
White. . . is death. It's hospitals. It's my terrible nurses. White is absolute horror. It is just the worst.
A true Master does not "give up" something. A true Master simply sets it aside, as he would do with anything for which he no longer has any use.
It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
When nature exceeds culture, we have the rustic. When culture exceeds nature then we the pedant.
When I'm asked how to succeed in show business, I always say I haven't the foggiest