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

I realized that I had things in my head not like what I had been taught - not like what I had seen - shapes and ideas so familiar to me that it hadn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to stop painting, to put away everything I had done, and to start to say the things that were my own.

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.

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

I look at my work and make up my mind about it. After that, neither flattery nor criticism matters to me.

God told me if I painted that mountain enough, I could have it.

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.