Subjective artists are one-eyed, but objective artists are blind.

My only objective is to paint a Christ so moving that those who see him will be converted.

For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.

Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart. The way of feeling, of understanding, of loving; the way of seeing the country, the faces that your father saw, that your mother knew. The rest is chimerical.

I mourn for the kind of dad I didn't have; I rue my first broken family while taking joy in the one that I've made.

I honestly believe true happiness lies in lowered expectations. In opening the door to let the air in.

All the suffering and joy we experience depend on conditions.

For me, the great joy is to watch an audience watching what I've made. To hear not a peep from the audience at the right moment, and then to hear the laughs and the cheers.