My first memory is of the brightness of light — light all around.

I took back a barrel of bones to New York. They were my symbols of the desert, but nothing more. I haven't seen enough to think of any other symbolism. The skulls were there and I could say something with them.

I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.

Filling a space in a beautiful way - that is what art means to me.

I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.

You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare.

He wanted head and hands and arms on a pillow - in many different positions. I was asked to move my hands in many different ways - also my head - and I had to turn this way and that. There were nudes that might have been of several different people - sitting - standing - even standing upon the radiator against the window - that was difficult - radiators don't intend you to stand on top of them. (On being photographed by Alfred Stieglitz)