The idea is to take the most ordinary things and make them extraordinary, as Gerard Manley Hopkins does in his poems.
I'm a secretive bastard. I would never let anybody watch me painting... it would be like somebody watching you have sex - painting is that personal to me.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
I don't really have studios. I wander around around people's attics, out in fields, in cellars, anyplace I find that invites me.
If you clean it up, get analytical, all the subtle joy and emotion you felt in the first place goes flying out the window.
I search for the realness, the real feeling of a subject, all the texture around it... I always want to see the third dimension of something... I want to come alive with the object.
Not so cold, some snow fell. I went inside the log cabin and said goodbye to Mother, she was so alike grandmother, just younger.
Your job is to focus on my personal happiness, she said, & I've got big plans, so break time is over.
If you're right & I'm not, I'm going to be hell to live with, she said. So, you better think about that next time you want to be right.
He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.
I have a renewed commitment to elegance, she said, in case you think I'm just spending money for the fun of it.
What I'm mostly good at is sleeping, he once told me in confidence, but he added, I don't see much future in it.
Propaganda has a negative connotation, which it partially deserves, but I think there is some propaganda that is very positive. I feel that if you can do something that gets people's attention, then maybe they'll go and find out more about the person...
I don't start a piece knowing exactly what effect it's going to have. There is a seed of an idea that I could never articulate, right at the beginning of the piece, literally like one cell.
We could ask artists from abroad to come in too, so that there could be a mixing and matching of skills from Europe, America and here which would widen our world.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.
I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..
How rich art is; if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never without food for thought or truly lonely, never alone.
There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even—the French air clears up the brain and does good—a world of good.
Gramacho is the last landfill that allows people in. Brazil is the leading nation in recycling due to its poverty. There are people there surviving from what they find in the garbage.
Humanity is mediocre. The majority of women are neither superior nor inferior to the majority of men. They are all equal. They all merit the same scorn.
