You are one of my nicest thoughts.

I see no reason for painting anything that can be put into any other form as well.

If one could only reproduce nature, and always with less beauty than the original, why paint at all?

I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it.

I decided to start anew-to strip away what I had been taught, to accept as true my own thinking. This was one of the best times of my life. There was no one around to look at what I was doing, no one interested, no one to say anything about it one way or another. I was alone and singularly free, working into my own, unknown-no one to satisfy but myself. I began with charcoal and paper and decided not to use any color until it was impossible to do what I wanted to do in black and white. I believe it was June before I needed blue.

Fill a space in a beautiful way.

I know now that most people are so closely concerned with themselves that they are not aware of their own individuality, I can see myself, and it has helped me to say what I want to say in paint.