I do not believe that the way paint is applied should be more important than what is portrayed.

The self-portrait is an act of objectifying the self and in that regard is a unique form of portraiture.

Very early in life, I fell in love with the landscape of the human face, where all the emotional states of life are to be found.

I continue to make paintings of people and their moments in our time because I am of that time. Out of that I hope to make pictures that are timeless.

Alas, it is just a single image - an extended moment perhaps. Unlike a biography, a portrait cannot present the many differing moments that make up a personality.

I hope that we can bridge the worlds of appearances and of insights, and thus rescue art from triviality, from 'sensation' alone.

I love an art which allows me to document my place in this mix... This is my past and my future. It has its own logic and finally, its own sense of fulfillment.

We do not see everything in the environment in the complete, totally resolved, explicit character of the photograph. We, in fact, prioritize our seeing.

My best training came from doing illustrations because it taught me to compose my paintings more effectively, to improve my colors, and to be ruthlessly selective.

I love the fact that there are more and more young people out there who still want to make a flat two-dimensional surface come alive with three dimensional magic.

Artists must literally go into a zone of intense seeing so the subjective and objective almost fuse together.

Happiness only real when shared.

Survival is running from death.Our whole life is running from death, but we all just meet it while we are running from it! what a failure is this try!

Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches.

I want to use my position of leadership to help move along at a faster pace what I believe and know the Obama administration wants to do around the urgency of climate change.

It appears, accordingly, from the experience of all ages and nations, I believe, that the work done by freemen comes cheaper in the end than that performed by slaves.

A learned man is a tank; a wiser man is a spring.

The abuse of terms has at all times been an evil.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

He who attends to his greater self becomes a great man, and he who attends to his smaller self becomes a small man.

Two days like icebergs bleak, blank, half-melting, all frigid, mainly out of sight, and definitely a threat to peace of mind drifted by and were good to put behind.