So I said to myself-I'll paint what I see-what the flower is to me but I'll paint it big and they will be surprised into taking the time to look at it-I will make even busy New Yorkers take time to see what I see of flowers.

I don't know what Art is but I know some things it isn't when I see them.

I am trying with all my skill to do a painting that is all woman, as well as all of me.

Marks on paper are free - free speech - press - pictures all go together I suppose.

I have lived on a razors edge. So what if you fall off. I'd rather be doing something I wanted to do. I'd walk it again.

I'd been taught to paint like other people, and I thought, what's the use? I couldn't do any better than they, or even as well. I was just adding to the brushpile. So I quit.

I want real things ... music that makes holes in the sky.