Great art picks up where nature ends.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

When I am finishing a picture I hold some God-made object up to it / a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand / as a kind of final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it is bad art.

The interpretation of dreams is a great art.

The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.

Great art is an instant arrested in eternity.