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

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.

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

I don't very much enjoy looking at paintings in general. I know too much about them. I take them apart.

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

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 hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.