Bodies devoid of mind are as statues in the market place.
Going on the ship felt like 100 years or one day. Timeless. Beautiful vertigo. It will continue to show up in my work.
When I start doing a body of work I feel vulnerable, fearful. If I stopped trusting the process, I would stop doing art.
For the surface, I'm not interested in painterly convention. It's more interesting if it looks like it painted itself.
There's an assumption that because I'm an artist, I've got all the time in the world.
I paint bridges because they're in transition; you're coming or going, you're not anywhere - full of possibility.
It can be frightening to spend 5 weeks alone in a cabin in the wilderness. I was able to collect my thoughts and worked a lot - because I couldn't do anything else.
I deeply detest social distinction and snobbery, and in that lies my strong aversion to titular honours.
What happens from about 1954 to the late 1980s, is that we see a huge wave of optimism that school desegregation is going to be the way to improve educational outcomes for poor children of color. And we see a consensus build on the left and in the center that this is going to be a transformative education movement like none other we've seen in American history.
The dignity of man requires obedience to a higher law, to the strength of the spirit.
Today is a day for sober and mature reflection, not glee. Mindless celebration is both spiritually inappropriate and politically naive.