One can not be an American by going about saying that one is an American. It is necessary to feel America, like America, love America and then work.

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.

My first memory is of the brightness of light ... light all around. I was sitting among pillows on a quilt on the ground ... very large white pillows.

The unexplainable thing in nature that makes me feel the world is big fat beyond my understanding – to understand maybe by trying to put it into form. To find the feeling of infinity on the horizon line or just over the next hill.

If only people were trees… I might like them better.

Color is one of the great things in the world that makes life worth living to me and as I have come to think of painting it is my efforts to create an equivalent with paint color for the world, life as I see it.

I often painted fragments of things because it seemed to make my statement as well as or better than the whole could.