I know now that most people are so closely concerned with themselves that they are not aware of their own individuality, I can see myself, and it has helped me to say what I want to say in paint.

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

When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.

I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.

Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.

I decided to accept as true my own thinking.

I am trying with all my skill to do a painting that is all woman, as well as all of me.