Body experience... is the centre of creation.
I love my blocks of marble, always piling up in the yard like a flock of sheep.
My works are an imitation of my own past and present.
The United Nations is our conscience. If it succeeds it is our success. If it fails it is our failure.
At no point do I wish to be in conflict with any man or masculine thought. It doesn't enter my consciousness. Art is anonymous. It's not competitive with men. It's a complementary contribution.
[My works are] an imitation of my own past and present and of my own creative vitality as I experience them in one particular instant of my emotional and imaginative life. . .