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.

Bement was a very good teacher but he was a very poor painter. I guess he wasn't a painter at all. He had no courage and I believe that to create one's own world in any of the arts takes courage.

If only people were trees… I might like them better.

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

If one could only reproduce nature, and always with less beauty than the original, why paint at all?

Color is one of the great things in the world that makes life worth living to me and as I have come to think of painting it is my efforts to create an equivalent with paint color for the world, life as I see it.

Fill a space in a beautiful way.