“[A] happy Abstract, known by all his Friends as the most innocent forgetter of his own Interests.” -- Blake writing of his young friend Johnny Johnson A happy Abstract – what a wonderful phrase for an
Of all the paintings and poetry I have ever examined, Blake's have by far the highest Life Energy, because of his devotion to the realm of the Spirit. As Catherine, his wife, said of him: “I
Read Blake, behold Blake – and have now an Intimation of Paradise, an Instance of God. Know in your heart his Inspiration, the Spirit that Inspired him. Now look anywhere, at anything, at anyone, and Know
My purpose on earth, I believe, is to teach that all is an Instance of God. And my teaching must start with myself.
Why did Blake write? Because so was he Guided.
To paint from the Soul, not the mind, is to paint for the viewer to find his Soul.
“There are reasons of the heart of which Reason knows nothing.” -- Pascal Why did I paint just that, just there, just then? I don't know. (And the less representational a painting is, the less superficial
You might think that Jackson Pollock's movements when flinging the paint would be awkward – even violent. But look at the films of him in action: he's dancing! There is rhythm and flow; there is grace.
I love to fling and drip the paint, thanks to Jackson Pollock. But there is a problem with that technique, which perhaps was his personal problem. He rarely actually touched the canvas with his stick or
I speak of writer vs. author, musician vs. performer, conductor vs. maestro, painter vs. artist. What of healer? Is healer vs. dealer? The essence of them all seems to be: altruist vs. selfist.
