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To me an artist is one who [...] portrays the spirit of man in whatever condition that spirit may be. We can’t expect too much of him when the rest is negligent of spiritual values such as today.
The development of my work has been I feel more subconscious than conscious. I do not work by intellectual deductions. My work is a kind of self-contained contemplation.
New seeds are no doubt being sown which mean new civilizations and, let us hope, cultures too. If I do anything important in painting some age will bring it forth and understand. One naturally looks forward to the time when absolutes will reign no more and all art will be seen as valid. [...] Shall we, as we view the increasingly darkening sky, not hope for a Byzantium, some spot to keep alight the cultural values? For what else shall we live?
[...] the lights, the electric cables on the trolleys, the human streams directed by, through and round prescribed limits.
Threading Light: White lines in movement symbolize light as a unifying idea which flows through the compartmented units of life bringing a dynamic to men’s minds, ever expanding their energies toward a larger relativity.
Over the past 15 years, my approach to painting has varied, sometimes being depend on brush-work, sometimes on lines, dynamic white strokes in geometric space. I have never tried to pursue a particular style in my work. For me, the road has been a zigzag into and out of old civilizations, seeking new horizons through meditation and contemplation. My sources of inspiration have gone from those of my native Middle West to those of microscopic worlds. I have discovered many a universe on paving stones and tree barks. I know very little about what is generally called „abstract“ painting. Pure abstraction would mean a type of painting completly unrelated to life, which is unacceptable to me. I have sought to make my painting „whole“, but to attain this I have used a whirling mass. I take up no definite position. Maybe this explains someone’s remark while looking at one of my paintings: „Where is the center?“ |