Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.
It's still an escape for me, painting, so it also takes me elsewhere. I don't think I would do it otherwise.
There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity. In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite.
Stressing output is the key to improving productivity, while looking to increase activity can result in just the opposite.
Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.
As a designer, you have to think in time and see things in sequence. You have to see information as a narrative form - Paul Mijksenaar quoted by Kim Baer
I never did calligraphy... But handwriting is an entirely different kind of thing. It's part of the syndrome of modernism... It's part of that asceticism.
I'm not really a foodie; I could eat the same thing every night, and I go to restaurants that I can walk to.
My insights come in periods of working. There are wonderful moments of surprise, but I'm superstitious enough not to want to talk about them.
The eye is the most refined of our senses, the one which communicates most directly with our mind, our consciousness.
In this movement of colors I find the essence, which does not arise from a system, or an a priori theory.
But boy, right away it is fun to play around with the Paintbox program.
Art is, after all, only a trace – like a footprint which shows that one has walked bravely and in great happiness.
Pretend you are dancing or singing a picture. A worker or painter should enjoy his work, else the observer will not enjoy it.
Concentrate on a single feature – as, build all toward one eye – make all lines lead toward that eye. (Robert Henri)
If to the viewer's eyes, my world appears less beautiful than his, I'm to be pitied and the viewer praised.
I don't have big anxieties. I wish I did. I'd be much more interesting.
Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.
Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.
The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.
Every generation renews itself in its own way; there's always a reaction against whatever is standard.
