When I start a painting I put all the colors I have on the palette.
Rather than deciding which colors will best render the idea behind a painting I conduct them all toward the idea, attempting to lose none while maintaining the individuality of each. That's BS for "I don't have a favorite color, and I'm too amiable to make any color sit the bench."

While studying at Cooper a professor criticized my work as being like a symphony in which all the instruments were being played at once ... it was too much noise. At the time it depressed me but since then I've decided he pointed out exactly what I was trying to accomplish. I want every inch of a painting to be emitting virtue. Who cares if you can't hear, feel, or see everything at once; it will always be fresh. There should be something new to discover at every encounter. 

I would like my paintings to be joyful, angry, sorrowful, peaceful, animated, thirsting, bursting, etc. etc. ... all at once. Is that too much to ask? For a painting to exude everything? Maybe it's a bit idealistic, but if on the way to my Golden City I build a couple copper huts or even a silver hovel, you're welcome to stay there and dig it, man. 

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