So now, how did God produce this world?... The fable is that he breathed upon us. In his breath, his wind, came moisture and things began to grow... a message of hope. Nothing physical. How do you intend for your… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
The act, the doing, the taking up of paint and putting it down - the immediate impact upon your psyche or soul that occurs… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
You always have the memory of the bottom, and fear of the bottom. And when you start going to the bottom you panic. — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
Your culture demands that you bring some kind of crisis to your work and therefore you can not bring any unity to it. In… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
When you don't know how to pick up a brush, you don't know anything; at that moment you're an artist. I'll simply say, 'If… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
From the very beginning, art meant something very important to the people who made it. It was a correspondence of the emotions to what… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
You have to become complete in some way; a universe - a complete thing in yourself - in order to reach across and breathe… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
Each of us has a universal within us. There's always that making of parts - but it doesn't touch the universal within you. — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
No one escapes that moment of innocence when the world attacks him and installs within him the spirit of opposites... As long as everything… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
If there's no unity in your work, then you've deliberately made yourself into that kind of person. You don't want that unity in your… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
As soon as you see what you're looking at you have a name for it. You don't see it. The whole process of your… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
You have to give in to what the paint says... You have to do what it's telling you to do. — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
So now, how did God produce this world?... The fable is that he breathed upon us. In his breath, his wind, came moisture and… — Milton Resnick Copy Share Image
