I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

I paint my own reality.