Erasers remind us there is no faultless human.
I feel it's just some sort of game if it's just abstract.
I like living in the 20th century. . . to me the world has never been more beautiful. I am trying to paint the real world I live in, as beautifully as I can with my own eyes.
Sometimes I'll drive around for months despair, nothing, nothing, then suddenly I will see something that seizes me. . . a shape, a combination of shapes, a play of light or shadows and I send up a prayer because I know I have the germ of a picture.
Everybody gets inspired. We all have these moments. It just depends on whether you've got the ability to seize it.
Painting is a form of incarnation. It is spirit made manifest in the world.
I find myself moved by man in his new violent environment. I want to paint this explicitly and beautifully.
I've made some mistakes before.
Thanks to big data, machines can now be programmed to do the next thing right. But only humans can do the next right thing.
Voting is not the most you can do; it's really the least you can do.
Disappointment and feebleness imprint upon us a cowardly and valetudinarian virtue.