When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.

I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.

I don't very much enjoy looking at paintings in general. I know too much about them. I take them apart.

You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare.

I decided to accept as true my own thinking.

Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.

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