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

I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.

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

Objective painting is not good painting unless it is good in the abstract sense. A hill or tree cannot make a good painting just because it is a hill or tree. It is lines and colors put together so that they may say something.

Art is a wicked thing. It is what we are.

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

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.