I think I was born an artist. I think I have a responsibility to live up to that. I’ve spent my life up to this point trying to find out just what that responsibility.
I am intrigued with the shapes people choose as their symbols to create a language. There is within all forms a basic structure, an indication of the entire object with a minimum of lines that becomes a symbol. This is common to all languages, all people, all times.
I grew up in Pennsylvania in a small town. Real small, like one high school and one movie theater. Well, there was a state college there, that was the only good thing about it.
There are some images that I will only use once, and not use again because they don’t seem to really hit the nail right on the head, but there are some which are so strong they have to be reduced; sometimes just reusing them makes them stronger.
Every time I make something I think about the people who are going to see it and every time I see something, I think about the person who made it...
I am a necessary part of an important search to which there is no end.
Touching people’s lives in a positive way is as close as I can get to an idea of religion.
I am not a beginning. I am not an end. I am a link in a chain.
The public needs art, and it is the responsibility of a “self-proclaimed artist” to realize the public needs art, and not to make bourgeois art for the few and ignore the masses.
Art will never leave me and never should. So as I go into the next part of the trip I hope it will be more creative and more work involved and less talk and more doing, seeing, learning, being, loving, feeling, maybe less feeling, and just work my ass off, ’cause that, my friend, is where it’s at!
Art has no meaning because it has many meanings, infinite meanings. Art is different for every individual, and is definable only by the given individual.
Risks are what make the difference between new ideas and re-worked old ideas.
Nothing is an end because it always can be a basis for something new and different.
People, I realize, cannot live like a patch of grass. They could, I suppose, at one time, but we are so far removed from that time that it is hard to conceive. People can, however, live their lives with the realization that they are constantly changing, products of their changing environment and changing situations, and time. They can live, at least, in harmony with the knowledge and co-exist with it instead of working against it.
Individuality is the enemy of this mass society. Individuality speaks for the individual and makes him a significant factor. Art is individuality.
I only wish that I could have more confidence and try to forget all my silly preconceptions, misconceptions, and just live. Just live. Just. Live. Just live till I die.
Art is life. Life is art. The importance of both is over-exaggerated as well as misunderstood.
I am becoming very hard on the outside and even softer on the inside.
Money is the opposite of magic. Art is magic. The.
As in all things: Time will clarify the events that are presently unclear.