Imagination makes you see all sorts of things.

When I found the beautiful white bones in the desert I picked them up and took them home too...I have used these things to say what is to me the wideness and wonder of the world as I live in it.

My painting is what I have to give back to the world for what the world gives to me.

It was all so far away - there was quiet and an untouched feel to the country and I could work as I pleased.

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.

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

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