I've been afraid every single day of my life, but I've gone ahead and done it anyway.

I believe an artist is the last person in the world who can afford to be affected.

The days you work are the best days.

I look at my work and make up my mind about it. After that, neither flattery nor criticism matters to me.

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.

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.

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