I took back a barrel of bones to New York. They were my symbols of the desert, but nothing more. I haven't seen enough to think of any other symbolism. The skulls were there and I could say something with them.

I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.

I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it.

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

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.

You are one of my nicest thoughts.

It is really so nice here-country-busy-busy with so many different kinds of things-... I must say I feel far away in another world here-... always we go to a new place...the people have a kind of gentleness that isn't usual on the mainland.