To me, painting is not about color at all; I’m interested in the quality of light.
All thinking men are atheists.
Flaubert believed that it was impossible to explain one art form in terms of another, and that great paintings required no words of explanation.
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, "Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner." I don't try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
