Daley may be sinking. The hot water has gone from his chest to his neck.
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.
I was introduced to Congressman Lyndon B. Johnson. The young Congressman was very friendly.
I just say I'm an artist who works with pictures and words.
The true artist helps the world by revealing mystic truths.
There are thousands of very, very talented artists who will never be known, even after they are dead.
I never turn down requests for interviews. I'm just rarely asked.
It used to be twelve people crowded around a sewing table; now it's ten.
But you can't realize, you can't know what another person goes through.
Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.
Well, I don't go out much socially. I don't enjoy going out.
I have been using art as a means to the emotions of life and reading into it the ideas of life.
Ease is the enemy of the artist. When things get too easy, you're in trouble.
I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.
My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light -- light all around.
I don't know, if somebody doesn't tell me how would I know?
You get talent when you discover the ground of your pain.
Sometimes people only see horrible, terrible things in my paintings.
To worship the product and ignore its development leads to dilettantism and reaction.
Colors must fit together as pieces in a puzzle or cogs in a wheel.
I look at my pictures, and I think, 'Well, how did I do that?'
