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.

The meaning of a word - to me - is not as exact as the meaning of a color. Colors and shapes make a more definite statement than words.

I see no reason for painting anything that can be put into any other form as well.

War is killing the individual in it unless he has learned livingness - if he had it he wouldn't be a good soldier.

A flower is relatively small... Still in a way-nobody sees a flower-so I said to myself-I'll paint it big.

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.

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.