The clearest way for me to say how I feel about what I see is to paint it. There are no words to say everything as clearly as I can with my brush and colors.

The first part is joie de vivre, it’s loving the world. One must love what one paints. First you go out into the world wide open, and when you fall in love with a flower, a cloud, or a shape, or a line in the sand (or all of the above!), then you begin to paint. Even before you have a canvas the paint has begun to flow. It flows first as a sort of dance inside my being; it swirls around in there and becomes a part of me, at home with all the other paintings that make up myself. The whole world is a painting to me.

When words fail, as they so often do, Paint!