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.

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

To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage.

I'm frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!

I often painted fragments of things because it seemed to make my statement as well as or better than the whole could.

The unexplainable thing in nature that makes me feel the world is big fat beyond my understanding – to understand maybe by trying to put it into form. To find the feeling of infinity on the horizon line or just over the next hill.

Filling a space in a beautiful way - that is what art means to me.