Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world.
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.
More of me comes out when I improvise.
Maybe I am not very human – what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.
No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination.
In its most limited sense, modern, art would seem to concern itself only with the technical innovations of the period.
I trust Winsor and Newton and I paint directly upon it.
The only real influence I’ve ever had was myself.
The question of the value of nationality in art is perhaps unsolvable.
My aim in painting has always been the most exact transcription possible of my most intimate impression of nature.