I felt I really wanted to back off from music completely and just work within the visual arts in some way. I started painting quite passionately at that time.
I'm in fine fettle and fired with a desire to paint.
I know for sure that I have an instinct for color, and that it will come to me more and more, that painting is in the very marrow of my bones.
I would always be painting and drawing. If I was stuck at home, I was in the basement working on a painting.
I hope I will be able to paint as long as I live.
My sin as a painter is that I just want to paint anything I want to paint - and repaint.
I was really serious about painting, so I could never be a Sunday painter. You can't just switch it on and off.
One never paints violently enough.
One fine day as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, Mama I want to be a painter.
No one can be a painter unless he cares for painting above all else.
I don't like getting out when I could be painting. And when I'm painting, I don't want anybody else around.
Do not think that I have stopped painting, for at any moment, I am liable to paint a good picture.
