Confused by thoughts, we experience duality in life. Unencumbered by ideas, the enlightened see the one Reality.
Too often we tend to reduce what is strange to what is familiar. I intend to restore the familiar to the strange.
Visible things can be invisible. However, our powers of thought grasp both the visible and the invisible – and I make use of painting to render thoughts visible.
Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.
Those who become entangled in these false ideas are prevented from perceiving the Integral Oneness.
My investigations resembled the pursuit of the solution to a problem for which I had three data: the object, the thing connected with it in the shadow of my consciousness, and the light wherein that thing would become apparent.
My painting is visible images that conceal nothing. . . they evoke mystery. Mystery means nothing. It is unknowable.
You're as close to heaven as I'll ever be.
I had these slinky eyes and a sense of humor.
When the precepts and example of Jesus Christ fully interpermeate society, to labor with the hands will be regarded not only as a duty but a privilege.
What interested me was not news, but appraisal. What I sought was to grasp the flavor of a man, his texture, his impact, what he stood for, what he believed in, what made him what he was and what color he gave to the fabric of his time.