Protect me from what I want.
At the beginning, it was me, Run and D, but D's voice is messed up.
Whatever I do seems artificial and false, to me.
Take an object. Do something to it. Do something else to it.
Sloppy thinking gets worse over time.
I book myself tight. If I have any time off, I get antsy.
I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.
It's a bit of a sore spot, the Thanksgiving in Indian country.
If money was my only motivation, I would organize myself differently.
If it's enough money, I'll play the North Pole.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
To me, the world's rather beautiful if you look at it. Especially nature.
I'm constantly investigating nature - nature, meaning everything.
There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.
In nature, light creates the color. In the picture, color creates the light.
There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
As I grew up I was fervently desirous of becoming acquainted with Nature.
Abstraction is real, probably more real than nature.
For an Impressionist to paint from nature is not to paint the subject, but to realize sensations.
Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one's sensations.
Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.
