I don't see why we ever think of what others think of what we do – no matter who they are. Isn't it enough just to express yourself?

A flower touches everyone's heart.

I decided to accept as true my own thinking.

I don't know what Art is but I know some things it isn't when I see them.

I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

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

I know I can not paint a flower, I can not paint the sun on the desert on a bright summer morning but maybe in terms of paint colour I can convey to you my experience of the flower or the experience that makes the flower of significance to me at that particular time.