“It is our function as artists to make the spectator see the world our way not his way.”

The problem of a painting is physical and metaphysical, the same as I think life is physical and metaphysical.

A painter is a choreographer of space.

From the very beginning I felt that I would do a series.

We have lost contact with man’s natural desire for the exalted, for a concern with our relation to absolute emotions.

I know that it is impossible to talk about my work. And since it’s impossible for me or anybody else to talk about my work, I feel I might as well talk about it.

The impulse of modern art was this desire to destroy beauty.

We are in the process of making the world, to a certain extent, in our own image.

Aesthetics is to artists as ornithology is to birds.

I prefer to leave the paintings to speak for themselves.

Sculpture is what you bump into when you back up to see a painting.

Painting, like passion, is a living voice.

Any art worthy of its name should address ‘life’, ‘man’, ‘nature’, ‘death’ and ‘tragedy’.

What is the explanation of the seemingly insane drive of man to be painter and poet if it is not an act of defiance against mans fall and an assertion that he return to the Garden of Eden? For the artists are the first men.

Painting, like passion, is a living voice, which, when I hear it, I must let it speak, unfettered.

Aesthetics is for the artist like ornithology is for the birds.

I hope that my painting has the impact of giving someone, as it did me, the feeling of his own totality, of his own separateness, of his own individuality.

Not everyone sees you the way you do. Sometimes our imperfections are what makes us special. – Tripp

The Way is to man as rivers and lakes are to fish, the natural condition of life.

This is the way of the world I thought in my innocence, round and around the layers of peel until the taste becomes certain.

Any who stand in my way shall be cut down!

Opportunities fall in the way of every man who is resolved to take advantage of them.

I just want to do what has to be done so much. I’ll never understand why everyone else doesn’t feel this way.

What is life is not dying each day in different ways.

The true theater, because it moves and makes use of living instruments, continues to stir up shadows where life has never ceased to grope its way.